Something that strikes me with Jack is how the way she talks about her home(s) changes. One minute, the [definitely a] bungalow is amazing, beautiful, perfect, looks like Linda Evangelista, she'd buy it in a heartbeat. Next, it's awful, trashy, damp, literally killing her, she needs out as soon as possible but she's stuck and can't do anything about it. And I feel like that kind of frenetic back-and-forth about places has happened a few times over the years... And this hecking big downsize is alternately awful and she wishes she didn't have to, but also amazing and a great opportunity for her, and really exciting. I feel like I've seen that narrative switch a few times.
I had a mate like that - first off her flat was awful, crappy, damp, grim flatmates and rubbish landlord. But her next place was in a really great, middle-class, awesome neighbourhood. She was going to be so happy there because it was her own place and it was a super glam flat. And then she moved and suddenly within a few months it was a crappy neighbourhood, rubbish landlord, her hometown sucked. But listen, she was going to move to the suburbs, to this great new-build flat with an awesome friendly landlord and it was going to be great... And then within a few months...
You get the picture. The problem is always in the flat/home, and the answer is always the next move away. Or the next big purchase away. Or the next massive splurge of money and effort and attention... Like my friend, I think Jack hasn't realised that the sadness is coming from inside the house/herself. No amount of moving, buying and bragging will make her feel okay because the problem's her.
Anyway, those are my chipper Sunday thoughts for you all. Bit of a derail but the similarity of the pattern just occurred to me.