I’ve realised I’ve been so erratic in my posting lately that you, dear reader, probably don’t have much idea of what’s going on…
Well, Martin was made redundant some time before Christmas, and we decided it’d be a good time to think about moving to Trondheim rather than have him job-hunt down here and then have to change jobs again whenever we did decide to move. He was lucky (or clever) and landed a new job, which he started 27th December – so since then I’ve been mostly making it in Oslo on my own. (Boo-hoo.)
I’ve no intention of playing at long-distance relationships for longer than necessary, so I’ve resigned my job in Oslo and my last day of work here is 28th February, after which I’m hot-footing it up to Trondheim faster than you can think “hot-foot”. I’ve yet to find a new job, but I assume it should be doable. I got around to checking the government rules today and discovered it’s 8 weeks quarantene before I get unemployment benefits since I resigned voluntarily, rather than the 3 weeks I thought it was, which is somewhat unfortunate, but can’t be helped. All it really means is that I really need to find myself a job of some description, but I was kinda planning on doing that in any case. Much as it sounds tempting to be a “kept woman” it’s hardly practical – and I’d probably grow quite sick of lounging around the house all day after only a few weeks.
So, job or no job, I have plenty to occupy my time. I need to pack all the books and other nick-nacks and de-assemble the furniture in time for the removal people who will be coming to pick it all up (and, most importantly, carrying it all down the four flights of stairs…) and put it in storage for whenever we find a flat. I need to get the flat sold – once we’ve emptied it out. I need to keep up with Martin and the house-hunting, as he’s only rarely got access to the net, I need to do a lot of the initial research. I need to apply for jobs, and preferably make a good enough impression that I’m called for interviews. And, oh, I have this wedding to plan.
Besides which, there is plenty to do at my current-if-not-for-very-long-now job. I could just leave it for my replacement, but I do rather need those references…
Hmmm, my silly scattered brain had been telling me you had found a job, silly. So, sending job-and-house-finding vibes your way!
Errr, where will you live until you’ve found a new place to call home?
Well, both Martin’s mother and my parents have perfectly good guest rooms, so that’s plan B unless we manage to buy a place before the beginning of March. Martin’s already installed as a “guest” obviously.
Good! Now go find a job, too!
Ahhh, nice, though, when your parents have enough space to have you over for more than a night or so. My parents *don’t*. Their house is more like your family cottage, although they do have running hot and cold water and electricity ;-) Oh, and the living space is slightly bigger. But no room for guests, really.