Oh how the times are a-changing! Since my last post (which was, I am fully aware, rather downbeat) things have dramatically changed.
I have found a new job - ah, much rejoicing and jolly merriment all round - which, whilst not my ideal job, is at least full time and will bring in the much-needed pennies. The pennies are in much greater need now as the BF and I have been offered a house. Yes, the damn housing people have pulled their fingers out and we are signing papers and getting the keys on Friday! Now all we need is a cooker, a washing machine, a sofa and a fridge. Not too much to ask, surely...?!
It's all happened so fast, I think my head is spinning around. Or maybe I have taken Felix Felicis and tomorrow everything will be crap again. No. I can't think like that. It's just a lot to take in at once. And it's two things checked off my list that I wrote earlier this year. So that's good.
I hate packing though. There's so much stuff to go through, it's not possible that we need all the junk that has accumulated. And then there's trying to find a new home for everything once you move in. The whole process is a bit of a nightmare. All be worth it though. I'm starting the new job on Tuesday as well, so it's literally all happening at the same time. I don't know how my brain will cope! I will probably be very stressy. Oh won't that be fun for BF...! Actually, the job will be less stressy than the moving. We have so much to sort out - changing addresses, setting up internet, tv license and who knows what else.
It's going to be so amazing to have our own space though. I can't wait to wake up and be able to say "this is my house". Then we can get our cats. That will be fun. I just really hope this place has a bath, as I've been told that not all of them do. I'm waiting for the housing woman to email me some pictures. If it doesn't I will be a bit disappointed, but I suppose we could get a bath?
And decorating! All my hours spent collecting pictures of interiors on Pinterest will finally have their moment. I have an idea of how I'd like each room to look, but of course I want BF to have a say. It is our place after all. I'm not some sort of decorating dictator!
And now I must depart, as I have to begin the organisation process. Boxes must be acquired, things put in them and labels attached. Lists must be made about changing address - who on earth needs to be notified?! Firstly I need a to-do list...
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Disappointment
Yes I know. It's been ages. Again. Let's not discuss it, let's just move on... :-)
First, a catch-up.
1. Cardiff was in equal measures epic and fun-filled. Many exciting cheeses were purchased to bring home and savour.
2. I have started doing a few bits for this local organisation, promoting the town and getting people interested in events. I think it's going ok, just wish it was paid :-s
3. Tickets for Edinburgh street-party have been booked! Roll on December...
Hmmm, shorter catch-up than I thought! Anyway, to other business.
In all honesty, I'm not in a very upbeat mood. Feel like a lot of things are a bit shit at the moment. Still finding it hard to get a new job, which makes me feel particularly worthless on a day-to-day basis. Also, me and the BF are trying to get a little house via the housing association and these people are impossible to pin down to get an appointment to view anywhere. So frustrating. And to top it off, I have spent all my money for the week, so can't go anywhere or do anything. Totally sucks. Although, as Xander says on 'Buffy', "It could be worse. I could have gangrene on my face". That would obviously be worse.
Sorry to be so depressing. I see all these positivity posts on Pinterest saying things like 'start every day like it's your birthday' but it gets more difficult as times go on and things don't improve. Who wants to be 30 and living like a teenager? Well, I guess there are the odd few. I need a better sense of self. My university tutor said I had problems with self-belief and I think that's now spread from my writing to my outlook on life. Not healthy I'm sure. I have to believe I deserve better. I do deserve better. They say you should dress for the job you want not the job you have - maybe that applies to life too? Like - believe in yourself more and believe in what you deserve and you will get it? I don't know, maybe that's just some psycho-mumbo-jumbo. I try not to get invested in things to avoid disappointment, but despite that effort disappointment seems to come. Ah well. Back to the old 'gangrene' quote again I suppose.
I'm going to call the damn housing woman again. I've been advised to bother her as much as possible by some friends who recently dealt with her. They've just got their own place and were the ones who referred me and the BF. So here goes... wish me luck.
First, a catch-up.
1. Cardiff was in equal measures epic and fun-filled. Many exciting cheeses were purchased to bring home and savour.
2. I have started doing a few bits for this local organisation, promoting the town and getting people interested in events. I think it's going ok, just wish it was paid :-s
3. Tickets for Edinburgh street-party have been booked! Roll on December...
Hmmm, shorter catch-up than I thought! Anyway, to other business.
In all honesty, I'm not in a very upbeat mood. Feel like a lot of things are a bit shit at the moment. Still finding it hard to get a new job, which makes me feel particularly worthless on a day-to-day basis. Also, me and the BF are trying to get a little house via the housing association and these people are impossible to pin down to get an appointment to view anywhere. So frustrating. And to top it off, I have spent all my money for the week, so can't go anywhere or do anything. Totally sucks. Although, as Xander says on 'Buffy', "It could be worse. I could have gangrene on my face". That would obviously be worse.
Sorry to be so depressing. I see all these positivity posts on Pinterest saying things like 'start every day like it's your birthday' but it gets more difficult as times go on and things don't improve. Who wants to be 30 and living like a teenager? Well, I guess there are the odd few. I need a better sense of self. My university tutor said I had problems with self-belief and I think that's now spread from my writing to my outlook on life. Not healthy I'm sure. I have to believe I deserve better. I do deserve better. They say you should dress for the job you want not the job you have - maybe that applies to life too? Like - believe in yourself more and believe in what you deserve and you will get it? I don't know, maybe that's just some psycho-mumbo-jumbo. I try not to get invested in things to avoid disappointment, but despite that effort disappointment seems to come. Ah well. Back to the old 'gangrene' quote again I suppose.
I'm going to call the damn housing woman again. I've been advised to bother her as much as possible by some friends who recently dealt with her. They've just got their own place and were the ones who referred me and the BF. So here goes... wish me luck.
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