OneAndOneIs2

On Sunday, I moved out of the flat I shared with Lou for the last four and a half years, to one ten miles or so down the road. From a second storey flat with no lift, to a second storey flat with no lift.

One hell of a day - thankfully I had help, or I'd have been truly stumped.

Stuff was strewn all over the place, and even today isn't fully packed away - tho it's mostly done, and I know where most things are. I've even gotten myself online, courtesy of a network cable and my laptop - I can't find the laptop WiFi card, and my desktop's always used ethernet. Geek or not, I mostly like to use "tried and tested" stuff..

My new flatmate seems nice enough - spends most of her life in her room watching TV, or has done since I've arrived anyway. Maybe she just can't face all my boxes of stuff... Ah well, should be packed away by tomorrow (he said hopefully)

The flat I'm now in is bigger and better-appointed than the previous one. Nicer carpets, bigger shower, etc. I have to admit, tho, I don't much like it. The old flat was small and packed to overflowing with stuff, but it felt like home. This feels like what it is: A rented place to store my stuff and sleep at night. Maybe it'll grow on me.

It was a huge pain getting to school this morning - I came into town on the new route at totally the wrong place, so it took me way too long to get across the town as I had to look for a landmark and THEN head for my destination. Getting home was easier - one of my fellow staff members had suffered a breakdown in the morning (or rather, her car had) so I gave her a lift to her mother's, and she played navigator. I hate not knowing where I'm going in the mornings..

More than anything, tho, I miss being able to talk about all this uproar with my best friend. But then, if I could do that, I wouldn't have had to move in the first place..