It has been 24 days since I last posted and I’ve decided to archive this blog. This space doesn’t work anymore. Everything has changed and I need the way I write and curate my life to be a part of that.
I am now using Tumblr to do that. If you use Tumblr or you want to keep following me you can find me here. If you don’t want to follow me there – bye bye. x
Moving logistics can be a pain the arse. The end of my house contract is 29th Augus. Moving out is in all probability going to be 5 days before. The furniture isn’t mine and it has to go. It’s potentially 2 weeks of homelessness. Thinking cap is on.
I know where I will be living eventually but I have to fill in two weeks with showering at the gym and eating clean – as in raw, uncooked. As in no cooking facilities. The one advantage is after a trip to the pub, I don’t have to drive anywhere.
I am nearly there. And I’m currently surfing on a higher plane. Moving is imminent and I am exhilarated by it. Complete separation is nearly there and I have no concerns about it whatsoever.
I’ve also been distracted by a little bit of eye candy to help while away the evenings. It shan’t last and it’s minor by comparison to real relationships, but it’ll do. If there is one thing I have noticed since being single it’s men. Distraction is key at times like this. And I’m glad this one arrived at just the right time.
I watched a Youtube video recently about a lady who slept in the lounge of her house. But it was a communal lounge in a shared house. It included a dining room table for 6 and the house tv. Her bed was in the corner.
She thought this was ok. That it was an acceptable right of passage for living in London. I mean, who would demean themselves purely for the sake of living in London?