When moving into a new place - be it an apartment (flat), a house, an attic above a bowling alley, or a shack in the woods - there are a few fun facts you learn that you were never taught about life and adulthood. And that schools should prepare you for adulthood as well as academia.
For instance, did you know dry rot is a bitch?
In theory, of course you did. But in practice, we have actually been forbidden to move into our new flat until it has been annihilated. And I am not being over dramatic. Dry rot, mold, and termites are the caners of floor boards. You have to gut them all out or it will spread to other parts of the place. Thankfully, our flat's only issue is the dry rot, and we have been given an ETA on moving in. Sadly, two weeks. I say sadly, because I start University on Monday (TOMORROW!?!), which means commuting back and forth from where I am right now will be 2 1/2 hours...One Way. Normally, that wouldn't be so bad. I am a New Yorker. 5 hours on a train means listening to music or an audio book, completing homework assignments, watching a movie/tv show on my i-pod, or scribbling ideas about a novel that will never see the light of day. But 5 hours everyday, monday-friday with a swing on weekends? Ooo, right. Swing weekends are weekends where I may or may not have to be at school (or in the area) to rehearse and/or study. Now another fun fact. The stuff.
I packed my whole life into 4 large suitcases, 1 small suitcase, and an backpack. My boyfriend? Oh, he has packed 1 medium suitcase and that's it. He can't really complete his luggage until we get the real move-in date, because he has a real, adult, job in central London. I am really proud of him, but are all boys like that? I'm not a high maintenance gal, but I still have 4 bags in his garage. Granted most of those are books and heavy winter clothes, but still. Are all boys able to pick up and leave so quickly? Is it because they don't need as much stuff as women do? Or is it because there are more things we women think to bring? I am living out of the small suitcase and the backpack these days anyway . . . in my boyfriend's parents' place. Not a bad set up for a temporary displacement, because honestly they are a great pair. Both funny, easy to be around, and not a judgmental or mean bone in them. Fun Fact 3 . . .
. . . The waiting . . .
While we await our soon to be newly painted, re-carpeted, and dry rot free home, it is important for me to keep busy. I HATE down time, especially when I'm so used to helping or being busy. I became a bit bored and stir crazy after only three days. I have gotten lost in the woods, found two really great restaurants that are not pubs (Chinese and Indian), worked out for 3 hours one morning (mostly kicking and yoga, and old fight routines), baked a harry potter spice cake (I'll post it later), cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the bedroom, sung for 1 whole hour in the shower, gave myself 4 manicures and 2 facials, braided my hair 4 different ways, passed by a lot of little play parks while forcing myself outside on the sunny days, and started reading a book his mom gave me. Things will pick up once I start classes, which is what makes me enjoy the lazy early mornings, the quiet and the calm.Starting to enjoy sleeping in really...this could be the start of a bad habit...but I am totally fine with that for now.
I will keep you informed on any new developments, but as of now? No flat, 5 hour commute to school, and desperate for new reading materials that have to do with theatre.
Bye for Now!
