Maybe things really come in threes

There's nothing more nerve-wracking than waiting for news. This morning, having been told that my potential new flatmate had a few people still to see before making a decision, I had gmail open permanently, my heart doing a little skip every time an email came through. I think I've reported more spam today than ever before.

An hour before I left work, the email came through with the words that I wanted to hear. This kind of luck doesn't usually happen to me. I did a little squeal and made my colleagues jump.

In a couple of weeks I move in to my new flat with a piano and a balcony and a big bed and desk, and out of my four year dust-fest. A fresh new start.

The list is shrinking. But there are still more things to tick off, starting tomorrow when I will say some careless words and hope for the best. Eek!