The year began on a high, with Ry and I getting permission to go ahead and finally - finally! - purchase a home of our own. A cute little one-bed flat in the south of the city, more expensive commute-wise but definitely cheaper than renting our current place. It was all going fairly simple: we got the broker, the solicitor, the house, the approval, the deposit, the mortgage confirmation, the insurance. We started the process, and everything was going incredibly smoothly. We even mentioned that it had been almost too easy, but our Broker said that this was how it was supposed to be. Only the bad experiences are the ones that are remembered.
And then. Oh, then.
Ry's company fell apart. No money, no funding. He woke up on the morning of his 25th birthday to discover that he wasn't going to be paid for the month's work, and that he needed to stop all future work because there was no money for future payments. Technically, he's not lost his job: it's just on hold. But his boss absolutely "expects" that he will get a new job before any funding can come in to keep his current company going.
God, and to think when I started this blog my biggest worry was whether boys liked me or not - now I have to deal with the fact that the Man in my life doesn't have a penny to his name, and that our mortgage application has just been shot out of the water and that we might not be able to get the house we've set our hearts on.
We haven't told anyone on that side of the situation about Ry's difficulties yet. I don't think it's necessary until we absolutely know what's happening with him. But we will eventually need to tell them. I just hope that Ry will have some kind of interview or potential job lined up before that happens, so we can just say he "swapped" to a new position... will the bank except this? We don't know yet. But we have to keep our fingers crossed, and keep looking up.
Manifest, manifest, manifest.
