Not for the blog, for me
After three and a half years living with my parents after graduation, I finally have my own flat. Well, I say my own - I'm renting. I could just barely afford to buy something around here, but only by completely bankrupting myself. It's furnished so I don't have that to worry about.
So far going OK but I'm back on the old modem again - my ADSL won't be connected until next Friday. I'd forgotten how slow this is! Actually I'm getting better connection speeds than ever before with a modem (got 52kbps yesterday) but it's still terrible.
I would have ordered the DSL before moving, but for some reason best known to themselves, BT decided to give me a different number from the previous occupants', which didn't appear in the DSL providers' databases until Tuesday.
Like most things in my life, I prevaricated for ages then sorted itself out pretty quickly. I was fairly happy living with my parents until recently. I think the trip to Seattle and environs in September, followed by a certain amount of independent living when my parents or my sister were away (pet-sitting in the latter case), plus a few weeks off before Christmas, reminded me a) that I could live independently and b) that I actually wanted to - I was going a little stir-crazy over Christmas.
It helped that I knew this flat was going to become free. The couple who lived here before are good friends of mine - indeed, it was their wedding I attended in Toppenish, WA back in September. I've known David since secondary school. He's now gone out to Bangladesh for Ph.D. fieldwork. By taking over the flat (new tenancy) I've saved myself the hassle of finding a place, the landlady's found a tenant easily, and we've both saved agent fees.
A lot of stuff is still in boxes - I only took last Friday off work, before moving in on Saturday - but it's getting unpacked slowly. As and when I can be bothered, mostly!