Hello peeps!
This week my journey has well and truly started.
I moved out of my flat on Tuesday and moved into a friend's spare room. It was a bit of a shock when I got there.
All my life packed in 3 suitcases, 3 bags and 4 boxes, fighting for space among my friend's stuff, a single bed on one side and the pump in the fish tank promising to turn me insane in the middle of the night if I don't switch it off. That, and the uncertainty of what the next year and a half will bring.
Was tough. Real tough. I actually cried. Life as I knew it was over and a new life I know nothing about was begining.
After the first couple of nights, things are feeling a lot more settled.
Wake up around 7am, courtesy of the 3 kids upstairs running around.
New shower routine - don't forget the bathrobe... would be best to avoid any unfortunate incident...
Wi-fi detox - that one is still bringing tears to my eyes! I def need to get them a router :(
New parking spot in the street.
But also - starting to feel this trip shaping up and becoming real.
I will be leaving the UK in 7wks. There no time to sit around and hope for the best.
It will be the best because I will make it the best.Simple as that.
It's just that I might spend the w.e in my bathrobe not doing much... one needs to enjoy the quiet house before the kids come back on Monday morning!!!
:)
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