I’ve been a bad blogger lately.
I’ve gotten so out of the habit of writing regularly that there’s been loads of things happening that I haven’t written about. And it’s hard to determine where to start, or even if things that have happened are even worth still writing about.
The biggest thing at the moment is that I’ve moved – temporarily for a week and a half. I’m cat-sitting for my old flatmate (who I lived with for 3 years in Vauxhall) and staying at his place in Camberwell while he’s away at Bear Week in Provincetown.
Sure, I could have come each day to feed the cat and stay at home, but it would have been a lot of travelling back and forth. And that would have been especially difficult in the mornings since I start work at 8am… I get up early enough as it is.
But so far it’s been 4 amazing days.
I’d forgotten how great it is to live somewhat (south) central since I moved out of Vauxhall 2 years ago. It is so much easier to go out, see people and get home afterwards, like I did on Friday night after work.
Oh and being able to walk around, go to the kitchen or bathroom, without having to put clothes on if I don’t want to. 😉
I haven’t lived alone since my last couple years in Montreal, and it’s reminded me how much I miss living on my own (not that I can afford to do so in London).
It’s about having the option to just pop down the road to meet up with people – whether they be friends, a date, or even just a shag – without having to pre-plan things hours ahead of time due to transport… though finding shags isn’t a massive priority at the moment. lol
I obviously hate where I’m currently living, both for the location and the environment itself. It takes me a good hour to get anyway central, and since I’m on a budget I have to find ways to avoid travelling on the tube or trains through Zone 1 (costs me extra per trip and it adds up quickly).
As for the environment itself, I’m not sure if that’s just what it is on face value or if it’s a product of my own discomfort of living where I am. When I’m home, I’m basically stuck in my bedroom as the landlord is always in the living with the doors closed. This makes me feel like I’d be intruding on his space or interrupting him in some way.
Or at least that’s the way it feels to me. I could be making assumptions about it all, but he’s not that friendly when you come right down to it. At least not in the way I’m used to when living with other people.
Or maybe it’s me that’s become unwelcoming in that environment by shutting myself off in my bedroom. Hmmm…
Anyway, this experience of getting to live temporarily in an area I already like has given me a new perspective about what I want from a room for rent or flatshare, and where I am now isn’t it.
I think I need to give my month’s notice so I have a deadline of when I need to move by instead of sitting around saying I’ll give my notice once I find somewhere new to live.
It’s scary to just jump off the deep end like that, and there’s no guarantee that I’ll find the ‘perfect’ place, but if I don’t do it now I’ll end up just staying put and feeling miserable about living there.
But until then, I’m going to savour every moment I’m staying at my mate’s place. 🙂