Everything Falling Into Place Just As It Should

If I needed further evidence that the universe works in unusual ways (which I personally don't, but hey when it is working spectacularly in my favour a reminder is always appreciated) then this would be it.

My beloved Subversive Mum, who so kindly abandoned me just before Christmas to head back to England, called a couple of weeks ago.  Now this isn't by itself a jaw-dropping revelation, but her news is. She is relocating to New York.  In August.  Did I want to rent her 3-bed flat per chance?

Now this isn't just any old flat.  For a start, it is her flat, with essence of her madness creative genius and ill-defined greatness imbued in all its rooms and features.  But possibly more important (at least logistically), the flat is ideally located in a prime location in North London, just a 5 minute walk from the primary school I would really like the boys to go to.  PLUS, it offers me the great advantage of being able to secure a residential address in advance to start to process school applications.  AND I won't have to pony up any cash until I have it, which is likely to be nearer the time of the move.

"Oh there's another thing", she says.  "Would you like to have use of our car as well?  I can put you on the insurance so you have something to run around in at weekends, if you like?"

I really couldn't have a better solution drop into my lap, seemingly out of nowhere.  This is so serendipitous that mere fluke or coincidence doesn't really capture the incredible lifeline I have been thrown.

Except.

This means of course that Subversive Mum will not be there.

The ability to inhale the general fragrance of her freshly departed self, as well as having our dead skin cells intermingle on the carpet (until the Dyson makes its final meal of her), does have a certain appeal.  But I would much prefer to be inhaling her caffeine/alcohol imbued breath as we are exchanging cuss-words and discussing things of a most inappropriate nature, whilst successfully avoiding all the important things that we really should be getting on with.  That was the plan.  That was what I had been looking forward to.

So the news is the Dogs Bollocks.  It's amazing and fantastic and the sheer opportunity of it takes my breath away.  It offers the perfect solution to all of the things I have been losing sleep over and also reinforces, for me at least, that a move home this summer is exactly the right thing to do.

But it's also just...bollocks because this fortuitous event has a price and, as far as I'm concerned, it's a pretty high one.  Oh Universe - couldn't you have persuaded her next door neighbour to emigrate and rent me her flat instead?  Would that have been beyond your capabilities?

Of course, this is life unravelling just as it should.  Subversive Mum is nervous about her move too - odd to think we are replicating experiences at the same time and at least we can support each other through it.  "Maybe this is why we met and became such great friends in the first place.  Maybe this was part of the bigger picture all along and we just didn't know it." SM muses.

I think she is right and I know I am being selfish wanting to have her flat, but with her still in it (and not just the life size, autographed cardboard cut-out that she's promised).  Oh well.  At least there is Skype.  And texting.  And telephone tag (which we seem to be doing a lot of lately...hey!  S'up bitch?  Call me!)