Saturday, 10 November 2018

Things I've Learnt Living In A House Share

1. You'll question humanity multiple times, especially around dinner time when you want to use the nice pan but someone hasn't washed it up since last weekend.

2. You'll cave eventually and do everyone's washing up but grumble constantly and send a passive aggressive whatsapp message about it.

3. Talking is often the best way to get anything solved, but surely you shouldn't have to tell someone to clean out the sink of rice, right?

4. You can actually make some friends and in all seriousness, it's a great way to meet people when you move somewhere new.

5. You'll actually be sad when someone leaves. How dare they have any other people to hang out with and move in with their boyfriend?

6. I've learnt to sleep through quite a lot of noise, except the noisy gamer housemate who 'forgets that you're in the house' when he's shouting at his World Of Warcraft game at 3am.

7. You'll silently judge each person who comes around to view an empty room. They had better be house trained.

8. You'll come to the realisation that the house is, and always will be a little bit shitty, but the idea of scouring Spareroom and having to move again is a bit too much effort.

9. There'll always be some sort of weird substance in the sink / some weird smell in the fridge / some strange food cooking.

10. Don't expect anyone to do any cleaning up..ever


Sunday, 4 November 2018

The Quarter Life Crisis

Well.. it's been a while.

I've been getting a little wrapped up in my own life. Things were getting comfortable. I live a pretty simple life. I have a few great friends, I spend most of my Friday nights in and I love going home to visit my mum every other weekend and spending my Sundays trying new recipes. But now, I've stuck a spanner in the works.

I've been offered, and I've accepted, a new job in London.

London used to be the plan for me. But lately, I've been questioning, and there has been a lot of crying, about whether my move is the right decision. My new job, if all goes swimmingly, will be great for my career. I feel very lucky to get it and the advice of all my work colleagues, friends and family say that this is an opportunity not to be wasted.

So for the third time in three years, I'm moving again and going into the unknown.

Looking for places to live was interesting and has been my main source of anxiety. Where do you even start? I had experience with spareroom, but rooms in London seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye. I tried to get some experience from friends, but ultimately couldn't work out how people survive in London.

So, I've settled to being a lodger in a family home just outside of London. It's a cheaper option and the commute in should be, door to door, under an hour. I'll just have to get used to living and staying in someone else's home.

But if I don't live in central London, will I be missing out on the London experience? Do I even want the London experience. Will I ever save any money. Will I ever feel safe? Honestly, why am I doing this to myself.

I have three weeks until I start my new job. I'm petrified. What if they regret their decision, what if I can't do it or feel overwhelmed by the pace in London? I anticipate it's going to be very different. I mean do people even bring their own packed lunch to work? I jolly well hope so because I can't afford to buy lunch everyday.

I guess until I get there I won't know what the deal is. I'm still questioning is this what I want. But then, I think I've got the rest of my life to feel comfortable and to spend my days weekends baking and cooking. If I don't do this at 24, I'm never going to do it.

So, here we go. I'm moving (again), moving on up and trying something new. And if 6 months down the line I hate it, at least I gave it a go.

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