November 1st.
Here I am, first night at the new house. Will I call it a
home anytime soon? This is the best house I could ever ask for. Newly
refurbished, high ceilings, big windows, the friendliest flat mate.
This first day passed with me sleeping in a weird schedule,
moving stuff from flat to flat with an Uber, having way too much chocolate,
getting a fancy kettle and then saying fuck it and getting my eyebrows
done at Debenhams. I also did a Sex & the City marathon along the move.
Day four in the new house and I’m sick. Maybe feverish but
who knows. Good thing I can sleep for how long I want to. Perks of being
unemployed.
It’s Friday, so day five. Another trip to IKEA, alone this
time. Needed boxes and organisers, and more boxes. So many things to do in a
day, luckily 75 minutes of yoga brought me back to life, calm and energised.
Night wine with the flat mate and his freshly broken up Italian friend.
Saturday was the bonfire night. There is nothing
else to talk about in London. All these days, sparse fireworks here and there,
preparing for Saturday. And Alexandra Palace was magical. With a boy hugging
me, watching the fireworks and the view of London. So sick, so tired but deep
down, feeling more than okay. Things are bright (again).
*thank you all for your lovely comments*
