Finally; My last night in my home town.
Got the keys to the apartment today and it's really amazing. It's so well furnished it's surprising. For what I'm paying, too. Made my first visit to Poundland today as a buyer... it was thrilling. Also had to go the ASDA and buy 'essentials' like butter, pasta, milk, sugar, tea bags.... crazy shit for me, man. Don't ask.
Been meaning to get out of here for months and months, though. Truth be told, I only got the balls to do something about it a short while ago. I'm so glad that it's all worked out so quickly. I'm totally ready to do this, y'know?
This place just holds so much misery for me. I've been here 20 years, but I've done it to death. I'm sick of everyone knowing my business, hearing rumours about myself, hearing lies about myself... I want to go somewhere and start pretty fresh. Not new, but fresh. Glasgow's new to me; it's full of possibilities and it's full of free time and relaxing time and enjoyable time. I was dying to stay there tonight, but I was thinking that I had to go 'home'...
I believe that 'home' is where my stuff's at. It's not really a place, but an ideology and a kind of feeling of 'belonging'. I can't remember, but I think I got that from Garden State. Either way, I think it's pretty true. I just want space to myself and the opportunity to do stuff that I'd be restricted to do here.
Everything's pretty much packed, though. All I have left to do tomorrow is unhook the laptop/ stereo system and then PS2/TV system and I'm gone.
The move's gonna be a bitch. I couldn't get my hands on any decent sized boxes, so everything's in bags... like paper bags, plastic bags, bin bags... Turns out I have a lot more stuff than I thought. So, a nice top floor tenement apartment without an elevator... lovely.
Oh aye, until I can decide what to do about the internet and shit, I'll only be on briefly from time to time in Uni or something, I'll be there, doin' tha' solo thang. And by that I mean living by myself. Try not to miss me too much, as inactive as I may seem.
I've been getting asked all day if I'm ok, because I don't seem as excited or something as would be expected of me. It's just dawned on me that it's because I'm totally in the middle of a transition. It's one thing to move all my stuff and myself into a new place, but I reckon I'm mentally preparing myself to move my mindset into this new lifestyle. I mean, it's a pretty big thing, right? I'm going from the parental home I've lived in for 20 years to a one bedroomed flat alone... it's going to take a little getting used to I think. But I'll enjoy it. I love a challenge.
Look how growd up I gots.
Peace.
Got the keys to the apartment today and it's really amazing. It's so well furnished it's surprising. For what I'm paying, too. Made my first visit to Poundland today as a buyer... it was thrilling. Also had to go the ASDA and buy 'essentials' like butter, pasta, milk, sugar, tea bags.... crazy shit for me, man. Don't ask.
Been meaning to get out of here for months and months, though. Truth be told, I only got the balls to do something about it a short while ago. I'm so glad that it's all worked out so quickly. I'm totally ready to do this, y'know?
This place just holds so much misery for me. I've been here 20 years, but I've done it to death. I'm sick of everyone knowing my business, hearing rumours about myself, hearing lies about myself... I want to go somewhere and start pretty fresh. Not new, but fresh. Glasgow's new to me; it's full of possibilities and it's full of free time and relaxing time and enjoyable time. I was dying to stay there tonight, but I was thinking that I had to go 'home'...
I believe that 'home' is where my stuff's at. It's not really a place, but an ideology and a kind of feeling of 'belonging'. I can't remember, but I think I got that from Garden State. Either way, I think it's pretty true. I just want space to myself and the opportunity to do stuff that I'd be restricted to do here.
Everything's pretty much packed, though. All I have left to do tomorrow is unhook the laptop/ stereo system and then PS2/TV system and I'm gone.
The move's gonna be a bitch. I couldn't get my hands on any decent sized boxes, so everything's in bags... like paper bags, plastic bags, bin bags... Turns out I have a lot more stuff than I thought. So, a nice top floor tenement apartment without an elevator... lovely.
Oh aye, until I can decide what to do about the internet and shit, I'll only be on briefly from time to time in Uni or something, I'll be there, doin' tha' solo thang. And by that I mean living by myself. Try not to miss me too much, as inactive as I may seem.
I've been getting asked all day if I'm ok, because I don't seem as excited or something as would be expected of me. It's just dawned on me that it's because I'm totally in the middle of a transition. It's one thing to move all my stuff and myself into a new place, but I reckon I'm mentally preparing myself to move my mindset into this new lifestyle. I mean, it's a pretty big thing, right? I'm going from the parental home I've lived in for 20 years to a one bedroomed flat alone... it's going to take a little getting used to I think. But I'll enjoy it. I love a challenge.
Look how growd up I gots.
Peace.
badgers:
Wow, you haven't posted in ages. Are you still around?