Saturday, 28 February 2015

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MOVING HOUSE | 2 WEEKS BEFORE

I figure it's about time I start using this blog properly... I haven't exactly decided what it's going to be yet, aside from a reflection of my life and my interests. Maybe that counts as a lifestyle blog – I don't know.

I'm writing now because in (one day less than) two weeks, I'll be moving house. The timing isn't exactly the best, since I've got essays due two weeks on Monday, a dissertation to work on (which is due in April) and class reading to keep up with, but that's not really what this is about.

The thing about the move is that it means I won't have a bedroom of my own, or a space of my own anymore. I live at home with my mum and brother. I'm twenty one, I'll be graduating this summer not long before I turn twenty two, and then that's me out into the real world to go look for a job. Once I get a job that pays 'enough' (we'll get to that later – maybe in another post) I'm going to move out almost immediately, if possible. The side effect of that is that, if my mum and brother and I stayed where we are now (a three bedroom house) my mum would also, almost immediately, start being punished for having a bedroom she didn't need and she'd also potentially struggle to find a nice, inexpensive two bedroom in the area. I think privately we were both aware of and thinking about this, even though we hadn't really spoken about it before she told me that she had found an ideal flat right down the road from where we live.

So yeah – I'm going to be sleeping in the living room for a while. Maybe it'll only be six months, maybe it'll be a few years. There's no way of knowing how long it'll take me to find a job. I've got some other options for places to sleep and stay if need be, too. It doesn't really change my plans post-graduation and there's a lot of other reasons why neither I nor my mum really want to live in this house anymore – such as the general disrepair and the mice who are living in our house, our neighbour's house, or both.

I used to hate change when I was younger, but in the last few years changing my surroundings has been a kind of addiction (I've lost count of how many different combinations my furniture has been in, I move it around so often). For the most part I'm feeling good about this change, too.
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