I'm Moving Out in February
The sentence in the title still seems surreal and like it isn't a real thing that's happening. I've signed the contract electronically and I've scheduled the money transfer and I've spoken with a representative from the housing company, so I know on some level it's a real thing. It just doesn't feel like it.
When I moved to Bath in 2015, I knew it was just for a five month period. It was a temporary home and a space I shared with other exchange students. It took too long for me to get comfortable in the "friend group" but eventually I managed and I now look back at my time there very fondly and I wish we had hung out more. But it was a temporary situation. Speaking of Bath, I just had an e-mail come through from the alumni team. Damn, I miss that university. Don't get me wrong, I love CBS a whole lot but there was something special about Bath - maybe even because of the brevity of my stay there.
And that brings me back to the point about moving out. Permanently this time. But also a whole lot closer to home. This time only a drive on the scooter or some public transport will separate me from my family, my animals and the house I grew up in. I'll still miss it a lot, I wager. But I'm also excited for things to come. It's a new chapter in my life and it feels like it the right time to move out now. It only started feeling like that recently, despite bewildered comments from friends that they couldn't believe I was still living at home at my age.
It wasn't mean-spirited at all but most people feel the need to move out earlier than I did. Perhaps, I'm a late bloomer, or I have an exceptionally good family that gives me lots of space when I need it or I just liked to hold onto the comforts of home for longer than most. I'm not sure. But I do know that I've never felt pressured to move out or having to justify my comings and goings to my parents, which I'm very thankful for. My home has always been most treasured safe space and it's odd that I have to say goodbye to it now. But it also brings the opportunity for me to find a new safe space.
A space where I can decide entirely where things go, where everything will be mine and I call all the shots. It's a bit of a scary prospect, even if it sounds nice as well. There's a bit of way until February but I still got butterflies when I got offered the place. I haven't seen it yet, which is a bit odd perhaps but I'm not too worried. I had a good gut feeling about this one and so I will continue to trust it. The places I didn't get or turned down myself wasn't meant for me. I said yes to this one and I got it and it must be a case of the stars aligning.
It's only a one bedroom flat but with it's 40,6 square metres it's more than enough space for me. The rent is definitely manageable and it's located on the second floor so I get a bit of air beneath me. It's nice. Since I don't have any photos of it, expect from the outside by using Google Maps, I'll attach the example of the floor plan.
It's odd just looking at a black and white drawing and imagining that that'll be my new home. It's beyond surreal, much like the whole notion that I'm officially renting a flat in just a month and a half. It's freaking crazy.
I know I'm 23 and it's probably late by some people's measurements but I've never really liked the notion of comparing yourself to others. You do things at your own pace. Some are fast in some areas and slow in others. It's not a contest and there's no right or wrong way to go about your life. It's all subjective, as it should be, and our differences is what makes this whole thing fun. We are not something factory-produced (even when legislations try to push us through the education system as fast as possible).
I'm happy with my decision to say home for so long. Not only did it give me more time with my family and I saved a whole lot of money but it also just felt right. With all my talk of gut feelings on here, it should hardly come as a surprise anymore. There's a time when things make logical sense and it's important to listen to your mind but you should never forego the feelings of your gut and your heart. I swear I pick up on things subconsciously that fuel into my gut feeling.
I have no doubt this blog space will be filled with different posts about my moving experience, since it is like having little snapshots into my life and current thoughts. It's one of the things I adore about this little blog that I've kept for three and a half years (I just had to check that was the accurate age of this space. I can't believe it's been this long). I have no doubt moving into my first home will take up a lot of my mental space and bring both excitement and struggles. Thankfully, I have my family close at hand if necessary.
So far December has blasted by. I feel like I've blinked and we're halfway through the month and dangerously close to Christmas. It might have had something to do with the two exam and the continued weariness I carry after 20 days of penicillin. But one thing that I know I've been spending some time on is the new one of the Christmas calendar TV shows this year. It's been so nice to cosy up under a blanket or duvet and watch Tinka's adventures with my family. It might be a bit silly, seeing as everyone in our foursome is now technically an adult but it's so damn nice and I feel like you should never get too old to enjoy a children show with your family.
Knowing I have a flat come February has also made it even more real that this will be my last December living at home. I thought it might very well be based on the different flat offers coming in but it's still odd to have it confirmed. I'm endlessly thankful that I'm not that far from home (less than 20 km.) because I honestly think I would miss my parents, A and Hallie too much if I don't see them on a regular basis.
A final remark is about the first post of this month where I stated that I would attempt to do a whole month of updates yet again (third time). I've decided to modify that goal a little bit so that just the first 24 days gets a daily update on a piece of writing. I haven't failed yet and the new chaptered story I introduced has been well-received and I've got continuous support on the other two. I just don't want to push myself past my limits. I'm still writing some of the chapter updates the day before, so it'll be nice to sit back and just chill a little. In reality, I'll only miss out four days as most as Christmas is bound to have a blog post and the final weekend has pre-written chapters.
With that, I think I'll leave it. Things are happening in the new year. I'm very determined to get 2018 out from the shadow of gloom that 2016/2017 had. At times, they had very lovely moments for me but the world as a whole just seem to be slipping a bit and my sensitive self feel that too deeply sometimes. November disappeared to pneumonia and the first half of December to exams. I'm ready for the Christmas spirit and jolly times and a good start to the approaching new year. I'm going for lunch with one of my best friend and onwards to drinking and hanging out with people from university, so I'll stop typing for now.
When I moved to Bath in 2015, I knew it was just for a five month period. It was a temporary home and a space I shared with other exchange students. It took too long for me to get comfortable in the "friend group" but eventually I managed and I now look back at my time there very fondly and I wish we had hung out more. But it was a temporary situation. Speaking of Bath, I just had an e-mail come through from the alumni team. Damn, I miss that university. Don't get me wrong, I love CBS a whole lot but there was something special about Bath - maybe even because of the brevity of my stay there.
And that brings me back to the point about moving out. Permanently this time. But also a whole lot closer to home. This time only a drive on the scooter or some public transport will separate me from my family, my animals and the house I grew up in. I'll still miss it a lot, I wager. But I'm also excited for things to come. It's a new chapter in my life and it feels like it the right time to move out now. It only started feeling like that recently, despite bewildered comments from friends that they couldn't believe I was still living at home at my age.
It wasn't mean-spirited at all but most people feel the need to move out earlier than I did. Perhaps, I'm a late bloomer, or I have an exceptionally good family that gives me lots of space when I need it or I just liked to hold onto the comforts of home for longer than most. I'm not sure. But I do know that I've never felt pressured to move out or having to justify my comings and goings to my parents, which I'm very thankful for. My home has always been most treasured safe space and it's odd that I have to say goodbye to it now. But it also brings the opportunity for me to find a new safe space.
A space where I can decide entirely where things go, where everything will be mine and I call all the shots. It's a bit of a scary prospect, even if it sounds nice as well. There's a bit of way until February but I still got butterflies when I got offered the place. I haven't seen it yet, which is a bit odd perhaps but I'm not too worried. I had a good gut feeling about this one and so I will continue to trust it. The places I didn't get or turned down myself wasn't meant for me. I said yes to this one and I got it and it must be a case of the stars aligning.
It's only a one bedroom flat but with it's 40,6 square metres it's more than enough space for me. The rent is definitely manageable and it's located on the second floor so I get a bit of air beneath me. It's nice. Since I don't have any photos of it, expect from the outside by using Google Maps, I'll attach the example of the floor plan.
It's odd just looking at a black and white drawing and imagining that that'll be my new home. It's beyond surreal, much like the whole notion that I'm officially renting a flat in just a month and a half. It's freaking crazy.
I know I'm 23 and it's probably late by some people's measurements but I've never really liked the notion of comparing yourself to others. You do things at your own pace. Some are fast in some areas and slow in others. It's not a contest and there's no right or wrong way to go about your life. It's all subjective, as it should be, and our differences is what makes this whole thing fun. We are not something factory-produced (even when legislations try to push us through the education system as fast as possible).
I'm happy with my decision to say home for so long. Not only did it give me more time with my family and I saved a whole lot of money but it also just felt right. With all my talk of gut feelings on here, it should hardly come as a surprise anymore. There's a time when things make logical sense and it's important to listen to your mind but you should never forego the feelings of your gut and your heart. I swear I pick up on things subconsciously that fuel into my gut feeling.
I have no doubt this blog space will be filled with different posts about my moving experience, since it is like having little snapshots into my life and current thoughts. It's one of the things I adore about this little blog that I've kept for three and a half years (I just had to check that was the accurate age of this space. I can't believe it's been this long). I have no doubt moving into my first home will take up a lot of my mental space and bring both excitement and struggles. Thankfully, I have my family close at hand if necessary.
So far December has blasted by. I feel like I've blinked and we're halfway through the month and dangerously close to Christmas. It might have had something to do with the two exam and the continued weariness I carry after 20 days of penicillin. But one thing that I know I've been spending some time on is the new one of the Christmas calendar TV shows this year. It's been so nice to cosy up under a blanket or duvet and watch Tinka's adventures with my family. It might be a bit silly, seeing as everyone in our foursome is now technically an adult but it's so damn nice and I feel like you should never get too old to enjoy a children show with your family.
Knowing I have a flat come February has also made it even more real that this will be my last December living at home. I thought it might very well be based on the different flat offers coming in but it's still odd to have it confirmed. I'm endlessly thankful that I'm not that far from home (less than 20 km.) because I honestly think I would miss my parents, A and Hallie too much if I don't see them on a regular basis.
A final remark is about the first post of this month where I stated that I would attempt to do a whole month of updates yet again (third time). I've decided to modify that goal a little bit so that just the first 24 days gets a daily update on a piece of writing. I haven't failed yet and the new chaptered story I introduced has been well-received and I've got continuous support on the other two. I just don't want to push myself past my limits. I'm still writing some of the chapter updates the day before, so it'll be nice to sit back and just chill a little. In reality, I'll only miss out four days as most as Christmas is bound to have a blog post and the final weekend has pre-written chapters.
With that, I think I'll leave it. Things are happening in the new year. I'm very determined to get 2018 out from the shadow of gloom that 2016/2017 had. At times, they had very lovely moments for me but the world as a whole just seem to be slipping a bit and my sensitive self feel that too deeply sometimes. November disappeared to pneumonia and the first half of December to exams. I'm ready for the Christmas spirit and jolly times and a good start to the approaching new year. I'm going for lunch with one of my best friend and onwards to drinking and hanging out with people from university, so I'll stop typing for now.
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