January 2nd, 2012 (lunchtime!)
Kellynch House
Aunt Ruth did it.
She actually did it.
She convinced dad and Liz that we need to move out of here and rent it out.
What a genius.
Well, I guess I'm the genius, but she's amazing to have convinced dad about it.
We'll be moving in a few weeks, once dad and Elizabeth have find a decent enough place that means they won't be sacrificing their dignity by living in smaller accommodations. Already they've narrowed it down to three options, either a large apartment closer London, a smaller house than ours that's only a few minutes drive away, or (the one I'm dreading), we'll be moving to Bath nearby to the place we rented shortly after mum died. I suppose I could always live on my own, or bunk with Aunt Ruth for a while, but in all honesty I fear that living on catered food will only cause my father and sister to delve deeper into debt. So it'll be safer financially if I go with them. Besides neither of them can cook.
Now that we have a plan of action, we need to start looking at possible tenants for this place. I think a family would love it here, the gardens are huge and there's plenty of space to run around, our old tree house is still useable and there's a swing set that just needs a little TLC before it can be used. Not to mention the front of the house is gated off, so small children can't run out onto the road. When I was younger I used to pretend that I was a housewife. I'd be in the kitchen, cooking alongside mum as she prepared dinner. Usually I'd be rolling out biscuit dough and pressing various cookie cutters into them, so we could have them for dessert. After mum left the kitchen became my domain, as I was the only one who had any talent for cooking. Once mum died, my father refused to even enter the room.
Speaking of food, now that the household has sufficiently recovered from the grandiose new years event, I made salad wraps for lunch. I was tempted to do the 'build-you-own' wrap and just take out the prepared components , but the hallway past Liz's room smelt of nail polish, so I figured I'd avoid the inevitable demand that I prepare them. Yum. I made chicken ones today, crispy lettuce, tomato, capsicum and a light (fat free) vinaigrette dressing. With father and Mr Clay discussing tenants and other things (which suspiciously sound like how much Botox dad can afford to get…) I brought them their lunch and they ate it in dad's study. Liz was on the couch blowing gently on freshly manicured nails, eyes glued to the television, I handed her the plate and she took it without a word.
So with my respective family members doing what they do best, I figured I should do the same. Except I don't have any assignments due soon, and the library is still shut until tomorrow because NY was a Sunday. So here I am, writing away on my laptop, munching on my wrap (extra chicken, less rabbit food and the creamy, completely fatty dressing that the other members of my family refuse to touch).
I wonder what I should do to prepare for moving out. I guess I'll have to give up my job at the library if we do move out of the suburb, I love my job, but I don't love it that much. University isn't an issue since I have the back-up option of doing it online. Clothes are easy to take care of. So really, all I have to really remember to take with me is my pillow.
Oh joy.