Well, hubby lost his job.
We knew the company wasn’t doing too well when his pay checks were coming later and later. They finally decided to shut down that division of the factory.
Pretty bad timing, considering we were looking for an apartment.
Notice the use of past tense. Were looking. Were. As in, we were looking before, but now we are not.
And we are indeed not looking. Not because we found a place, but because hubby lost his job. Even though we could afford a place on only my salary, he has been applying to new jobs in other cities (read: Istanbul and Ankara, where he has more options. Never mind my own job). He doesn’t want us to move out on a lease when he may have to move for work (because I clearly can’t live alone).
Nevermind my f***in sanity.
His parents are trying to finish the second floor of their house (which was built like a three flats apartment building), which they intend to “give to us” when it’s finished (and by give, I mean have us pay to complete and thereof pretty much buy). With no heating. In, maybe, March?
So in the meantime I will continue to lose my damn mind in this overcrowded flat, serving as both a teacher at school and a maid at home. Basically miserable everywhere.
I think I’m going to be sick.