So, here we go again on the moving wagon. I mentioned in my last post that I was seeing a flat and that while it was originally thought of as a place for two as opposed to one, I saw it and I still liked it. Of course my parents wanted to see, so they both came along to the second viewing. Learned a few bits in regards to getting my deposit back from my current landlord, and honestly it should be a breeze if everything goes well. I’ve had a couple of viewings in this place and they’ve not gone as well as the letting agency hoped; too small is the consensus, and I agree. It was a great place to get started but I’ve outgrown it. Today I begin packing, and on Friday I pick the keys up.
There’s a lot more to follow up on this time and I’m sure I’ll forget some of it. Utilities, the ever-punctual council tax, all the stuff for my bike (they may cancel my policy again like they did last time when I moved), but I’m also looking at it as finding a happy medium between what I did when I was at home, and what I do now I’m out on my own. I pretty much left my D&D group with very little notice, and while I know Guy will happily put me back in because I tried to help with what knowledge I had, I still feel somewhat guilty for just upping and leaving. There’s that and I need to finish my RC car and actually start racing it. The lack of space here has made building it almost impossible. Couple that with not wanting to damage it and it’s still on the shelving.
This is a way of shedding most memories from living in this place, because honestly a good chunk of them are no longer worth keeping. I have plans to go see part of Europe in a couple of months (give or take), and I need to regain a sense of perspective by the time I return. Call me selfish, but right now, this life is mine and mine to choose whom to share it with. A friend told me that we’ve got eighty or so years on this earth and a good many more buried under it. Time to start making the years count.