I have successfully survived the most terrible of all weekends! This weekend goes down in my journal. I slogged, for two assessments today morning, I was made to dance until every muscle of my body ached, I packed up and left my old place to come to a new one.
Remember how a few weeks ago I was concerned about moving in with a roommate. Well, turns out there was something different planned for me. Suddenly sometime last week I got a job which, instead of paying me in cash, gave me a room to stay. I was only too eager to take it, given the ever-rising rents over here. They told me that they needed me to move in asap which was a little unrealistic for me because a day only has 24 hours. I said an unsure yes. And then I saw the room.
It was fantastic! My then current room looked like a cupboard under the stairs compared to my now current room. Although this one was out-of-campus, and I knew absolutely nobody here, I was excited to move. Thus, the day produced a few extra hours miraculously and I was all set to go to my new place.
And so, right now this is the first constructive thing that I am doing since I unpacked in the afternoon. This is one of the best things that could ever have happened. I am no longer tempted to go down at 2 am to grab a bite, because nothing is open. I cannot barge into anyone’s room, no one barges into mine. I don’t smell the barbecue from the party happening in one of the pits. I don’t hear drunk people coming back at 4 am. And I don’t get distracted by just looking at people walking up and down.
You know what, I miss my old place, just this teensy bit.