I'm lying in the sitting room in the last flat we'll ever rent. By the end of November, hoping all goes well, we will be living in a property that we own.
Soon after that I'll propose I think. By "soon" I mean hopefully within a year. I'd like to get things moving along.
It's hard thinking about where we'll end up. She would have to leave a lot behind here. I would have to accept always living away from family. It's a tough one, and a decision we have to leave for now.
Life is changing slowly but quickly.