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She's Leaving Home ... NOT!
Oct. 16th, 2001 08:17 pmTurns out the flat was uninhabitable. Well, not totally uninhabitable. Just grubby as fuck. The kitchen counter's sticky. The surfaces are covered with dust and yick. The walls are yellow. It's obvious no one even tried to clean it up properly. Which sucks - I'd been hoping to sleep there tonight.
On the other hand, the cleaners arrive tomorrow - I have to remember to leave the key with the porter of the block of flats so they can get in - and there are a few pretty extensive plusses involved with the place, even when you look at the broken window handle, the damaged oven, the dripping faucet in the kitchen and the general grot.
* They left an herb garden. Fine, it's parsley, sage and something we think is coriander but aren't quite sure, and said 'garden' is really a bunch of window boxes, but it's a start! I've always wanted an herb garden!
* They also left a bunch of board games, dishes, and various other bits that might be nice to have, meaning I don't have to do any extensive shopping.
* It's still my flat. I have somewhere to go that isn't Mum's now. And it won't be long until I can move.
I actually had dinner there tonight - if you can call curried lamb in pitta bread and a can of Coke dinner - and made a list of stuff I need, stuff I'd like and stuff that's a luxury at most, at Mum's request. Funnily, all those lists together don't come to much, so I stand a good chance of getting most of it. So, until the end of the week, the only evidence of my presence there is a very large brown teddy bear, a picture of a bunch of people that none of you have known and may only just have heard of and a diminshing stack of letters that aren't meant for me. (I have to write "Return to sender" on all of them. Whee.)
In other, arguably related news, Mum has made me a bet. She bet me dinner that, within three months of re-entering the work force in a temporary capacity, I will be offered a permanent job. *shrug* It's about like the bet of a fiver that I'm going to have a boy-child first. Well, maybe not quite, but you see what I mean.
Darling, annoying Mamo-chan would now like to introduce me to a whole new community of people who are likely to rip me to shreds for what I write. Isn't the community I'm in bad enough? It makes me rue the day I even considered a crossover... And now he's making me feel guilty and wrong for taking the view that I may get the same kind of bad press in the new community as I do in the old one. God, is his way the only way? Why am I even in this, if all my fears are going to get is "Well, if that's the way you're determined to view it..."? Doesn't how I feel matter at all? Am I not entitled to the same sensitivity I'd give to him if our situations were reversed? Is it just assumed that I'm stronger than him and should want to stick my neck out? Especially given the reaction I get from family and related personages when I mention the dream that's probably going to die sooner than later, the rate things are going.
I think I see why it started in e-mail now.
Thessaly
On the other hand, the cleaners arrive tomorrow - I have to remember to leave the key with the porter of the block of flats so they can get in - and there are a few pretty extensive plusses involved with the place, even when you look at the broken window handle, the damaged oven, the dripping faucet in the kitchen and the general grot.
* They left an herb garden. Fine, it's parsley, sage and something we think is coriander but aren't quite sure, and said 'garden' is really a bunch of window boxes, but it's a start! I've always wanted an herb garden!
* They also left a bunch of board games, dishes, and various other bits that might be nice to have, meaning I don't have to do any extensive shopping.
* It's still my flat. I have somewhere to go that isn't Mum's now. And it won't be long until I can move.
I actually had dinner there tonight - if you can call curried lamb in pitta bread and a can of Coke dinner - and made a list of stuff I need, stuff I'd like and stuff that's a luxury at most, at Mum's request. Funnily, all those lists together don't come to much, so I stand a good chance of getting most of it. So, until the end of the week, the only evidence of my presence there is a very large brown teddy bear, a picture of a bunch of people that none of you have known and may only just have heard of and a diminshing stack of letters that aren't meant for me. (I have to write "Return to sender" on all of them. Whee.)
In other, arguably related news, Mum has made me a bet. She bet me dinner that, within three months of re-entering the work force in a temporary capacity, I will be offered a permanent job. *shrug* It's about like the bet of a fiver that I'm going to have a boy-child first. Well, maybe not quite, but you see what I mean.
Darling, annoying Mamo-chan would now like to introduce me to a whole new community of people who are likely to rip me to shreds for what I write. Isn't the community I'm in bad enough? It makes me rue the day I even considered a crossover... And now he's making me feel guilty and wrong for taking the view that I may get the same kind of bad press in the new community as I do in the old one. God, is his way the only way? Why am I even in this, if all my fears are going to get is "Well, if that's the way you're determined to view it..."? Doesn't how I feel matter at all? Am I not entitled to the same sensitivity I'd give to him if our situations were reversed? Is it just assumed that I'm stronger than him and should want to stick my neck out? Especially given the reaction I get from family and related personages when I mention the dream that's probably going to die sooner than later, the rate things are going.
I think I see why it started in e-mail now.
Thessaly
