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UNCONDITIONAL - Part 2

Okay. 

So I think I'm in shock right now. 

Maybe a little bit in denial too, perhaps?

My heart is racing. 

It actually happened. 

We went unconditional! 

For real. 


It's kind of a relief, actually. 

To no longer be fighting. Working and saving and hoping, hoping, hoping it's enough this time. 

Unconditional. 

I just feel a bit.... 

I don't have the words. 


After everything I've been through to get to this point, I'd thought I'd be more excited. 

But it's more like a calm has swept through me. 

Earlier at 2pm when we read John's email - I was beyond excited. So excited. Screaming out the window and cheeeehoooo-ing out the window. I was on a huge happy buzz. 

I'd told Bonny earlier that day that I had only given myself 48 hours of positivity because I didn't want to get too emotionally attached for it to fall through like last time. 

This time I approached the entire situation very rationally. Without emotion. 

I didn't want to get hurt again. 

But now - without all that emotion - I'm just - calm. Content? Reservedly happy. 

And now - we have to pack. Because in just over ten days, we move to the new house. 

Packing. 

Oh! 

Like last time. 

But this time I know it's for real. 

This time I won't have to unpack in this house. 

I'll be unpacking in my new home. 

My first home. 

That I bought. 

That I've put a deposit on. Like tonight. Thanks to the lawyers doing the mahi in the background ♥️


So many thoughts! 

Calm. Relaxed. Processing. 


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