115.

And now our bubble has burst. So far we’ve had a fantastic year. That was until we were told yesterday that we have to move again.

I was actually happy. For the first time in years, decades even. I was content and happy and had found joy. All that has crashed down and gone away.

We have just under four months to find a new place, so hopefully ample time to find somewhere with what we need, but time crunches are always fretful. To put it lightly, we’re a bit devastated and I’m still processing.