quickie...
A quickie while I’m on my lunch break.
I know I should have written this earlier but there has been both a lack of time and inclination to do so on my part.
I’ve been in a bit of a daze since moving down south to work. It’s kind of felt like an extended weekend in terms of moving in with P, as we are still at his current house. There was no point in moving into the flat yet, as my things are still in Liverpool (this to be rectified this weekend). As such, there has been no ‘yay! We live together’ feeling and that was almost disappointing. I think the exciting bit will happen when we’re finally in the flat this weekend. I hope.
Work has been quite hard - no real time given for settling in or getting to know the files I’ll be working on. Just straight in at the deep end. The good thing about this is that the days are flying by, the bad is that I’ve spent much of my time feeling a bit overwhelmed. The tube is awful, hot and crowded and I’m not getting used to it very quickly. It hasn’t been quite as bad as I thought it might be (though I hate to tempt fate by typing this) other than on one day where one line wasn’t running with the result that my line became extremely busy.
The whole thing just isn’t sinking in. I keep thinking I’ll be going home soon. On Sunday’s I get twitchy because I think I’m going to miss my train and I can’t settle once it’s past 8pm as I think I should be travelling.
I don’t know where anything is, I feel like I’ll never learn.
I can’t get a sense of what my overriding feelings are about the whole thing - like I say mostly I’m just dazed and getting on with things without thinking about them too much - which is probably why I have struggled to write about it. It’s been a bit of a shock to me, as I thought I’d be writing every day, about London, about my new office, my colleagues, the flat. I’m sure it will come, I just hoped it would be contemporaneous.
While I’m thinking about it:
The Flat:
- Now has sky
- Has been banded for council tax finally
- Needs to be cleaned for the millionth time
- Seems to change dimensions in my head depending on how much I’m worrying about the amount of stuff I have