The Search For Home Sweet Home: London Day 4
Before I go anywhere near talking about the house, I have to vent.
I am ready to throw E out of the 4th floor window. She has slept all of 30 minutes today and she will not SHUT UP.
Yes, I know things are all messed up for her because we’re traveling, but that doesn’t make it a bit easier for me when she’s up until 2 a.m. crying because she’s tired. Nor do I appreciate the constant night nursing as she sleeps between A and me because she won’t go to sleep in the pack and play. And I’ve been moments away from tears of defeat on numerous occasions as I pushed the stroller through the crowds - at least they had warning we were coming, I suppose.
At any rate, in no way is she making any attempt to endear herself to me. It’s just lucky for her that she’s my daughter. I would have left any other child acting in this manner at the Tower Of London and you would have seen me running away from the stroller, weaving side to side, hands on my head, screaming, “I’m free. I’m FREE!” with an occasional witchy cackle escaping every once in awhile amidst the rant.
Instead I decided that it was early enough in the evening to put her in the pack and play and let her fuss. This is what I’d do at home, but I have to be more considerate since we’re in a hotel. Of course she cried, but the kid couldn’t stay on her feet because she was so tired. She’d pull up on something, let go, and immediately flop to the floor. She looked like a drunk toddler.
Ok, so she’s asleep for the moment and A went out to meet Joel, the current associate whose position he will be taking, for dinner and drinks, so “I’m FREEEEEEE!” And now I’ll share the info about the house.
As far as waiting to find out if the deal was going through, today was hell. By 10 this morning we’d offered what we thought they wanted, and more. And we headed out to enjoy London.
But as we walked around and the hours ticked by without any word from Daniel, I got a little worried. We were walking through the Panic Attack! Art In the Punk Years exhibit at the Barbican, and even as I watched the film of the nekkid man beating the crap out of himself with boxing gloves, all I could think about was the fact that we only have one more day to find a place if this one falls through.
I finally convinced A that it would be ok to call and see what was going on.
Daniel said that the guy said everything sounded good, he just needed to check with his wife. Buuut, the dude was in a meeting and wouldn’t get Daniel’s message until afterward.
Of course, I got paranoid. Just a few thoughts that ran through my head…
- The guy isn’t really in a meeting. He’s actually considering another offer and is going to wait until the last possible moment to tell us no.
- Daniel hasn’t called because he’s showing someone else the property hoping to get more money.
- The guy likes us, but his wife is completely against us and they’re busy duking it out to determine whether or not we get in.
- Daniel is working on a bigger deal and no longer gives a shit about us or our situation.
But none of these was the case. And when Aaron called to check in again, Daniel was getting a little bit irritated with them as well.
However, he assured us that the owners like us and they really want the deal to work. This did absolutely nothing to cease my paranoia.
I didn’t get excited until after Daniel called back to tell us it was a go and A was off of the phone. Then I did a little dance.
So, assuming that everything goes well with the contract signing in the morning and the money gets wired properly, we are the new renters of this house in Golders Green.
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A did a fantastic job.
Perhaps I’ll write more later, but the monster stirs. In the meantime, check out the pics.
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Just so you all know, E was up from 8.22 to 11.43. AJ came home from dinner to help me because I was going to throw myself out the window.
Hopefully I’ll have time to give you the skinny on the place tomorrow. But right now for those of you asking, yes, there will be a guest room, of sorts. It’ll be a little crowded and may have to expand into my studio, but it will exist.
