So, this is the week where I move again.
I should be used to this by now. I've moved so many times now in my adult life from one city to another. A quick packing of all my belongings and gone without a trace, is the way it has usually went. Except this time it's different.
This has been planned for so long now. I came back to this two years ago city with nothing more than the will to rebuild myself after everything in my life that could go wrong did go wrong.
I've came a long way since then and I still need to build, never becoming complacent or taking the good for granted. I've a lot to be thankful for these days, it seems silly in retrospect that I doubted I was capable of doing these things.
I can work again, I have friends around me who enjoy my company, I earn enough money so that I can enjoy myself and afford the occasional treat, I make plans. These things might appear basic, but before they were out of reach.
The big moving day is Saturday - I haven't found a flat in time. However, Murray's best friend had his tenant hand in his notice a few weeks ago and, so, I'm going to move in there for a month until I can find somewhere closer to work and more stable. My new job starts on Monday.
I was worried that I'd have to spend this week down in Glasgow flat hunting, spending my own time and money on travelling down, etc. well as Murray's - I like to give him as much space as necessary, since he's in the midst of writing up his thesis for his PhD.
So, thankfully, because I've managed to find somewhere to move into for a short while, I've managed to take my time packing, saying proper goodbye's in the form of dinners with friends and a night out. I guess, this is what I mean about doing things right this time.
My night out was fun and it made me sad that I'm leaving so many wonderful people behind, but I know that they are only a few hours away and that's not nearly as distant as I have been in the past. We went to one of our local favourite pubs later in the night and got to witness multiple drunks making a tit out of themselves in front of Dr Who's new assistant, Karen Gillan, who was sat at the table next to us. I felt bad for her as she was obviously just trying to have a nice night with her friends, but she was very gracious to the numerous men desperate to talk to her for a minute or two.
I really hope I can keep things on track for the better once I get to Glasgow. I feel like I'm doing well and the right thing and the last thing I want to do is repeat the mistakes of the past or make a fool of myself. When I condense it all down, all I really want is to have some stability and to do things and be around people who make me happy.
I should be used to this by now. I've moved so many times now in my adult life from one city to another. A quick packing of all my belongings and gone without a trace, is the way it has usually went. Except this time it's different.
This has been planned for so long now. I came back to this two years ago city with nothing more than the will to rebuild myself after everything in my life that could go wrong did go wrong.
I've came a long way since then and I still need to build, never becoming complacent or taking the good for granted. I've a lot to be thankful for these days, it seems silly in retrospect that I doubted I was capable of doing these things.
I can work again, I have friends around me who enjoy my company, I earn enough money so that I can enjoy myself and afford the occasional treat, I make plans. These things might appear basic, but before they were out of reach.
The big moving day is Saturday - I haven't found a flat in time. However, Murray's best friend had his tenant hand in his notice a few weeks ago and, so, I'm going to move in there for a month until I can find somewhere closer to work and more stable. My new job starts on Monday.
I was worried that I'd have to spend this week down in Glasgow flat hunting, spending my own time and money on travelling down, etc. well as Murray's - I like to give him as much space as necessary, since he's in the midst of writing up his thesis for his PhD.
So, thankfully, because I've managed to find somewhere to move into for a short while, I've managed to take my time packing, saying proper goodbye's in the form of dinners with friends and a night out. I guess, this is what I mean about doing things right this time.
My night out was fun and it made me sad that I'm leaving so many wonderful people behind, but I know that they are only a few hours away and that's not nearly as distant as I have been in the past. We went to one of our local favourite pubs later in the night and got to witness multiple drunks making a tit out of themselves in front of Dr Who's new assistant, Karen Gillan, who was sat at the table next to us. I felt bad for her as she was obviously just trying to have a nice night with her friends, but she was very gracious to the numerous men desperate to talk to her for a minute or two.
I really hope I can keep things on track for the better once I get to Glasgow. I feel like I'm doing well and the right thing and the last thing I want to do is repeat the mistakes of the past or make a fool of myself. When I condense it all down, all I really want is to have some stability and to do things and be around people who make me happy.
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mildots:
Happy Birthday!
karaiko:
I think you are pretty ♥