update my fate
Ok, so as usual it’s been an age since I last wrote on here, and a ton of things have happened and as usual, I am at a loss to know where to start…
The move
I’ve lived in some many houses since moving out of my mums, and its never easy. Over the years I have found myself planning and organising sooner and sooner to elevate some of the ensuring pain, but there is always some there, like ripping a plaster off quickly, it smarts. But really, all things considered, it could have been worse. I think our main problem was the fact that we’d forgotten what the granny house looks like, so when we got there it was a bit of a shock. Our agents (IMS, but we’ve aptly dubbed them IBS) are bloody idiots too, and we keep having stumbling problems with them. Everything in the house is decrepit and falling apart. The washermashine is older than rosy is and lots of the cupboards are falling off the walls in the kitchen and bedroom. I was rather horrified when we first got there, everything is so twee and the bedroom is decorated EXACTLY live my Nan and granddads bedroom when I was a kid. Having spent a good year of my life researching kitsch and writing an essay on ‘the curse of kitsch’ it really felt like my penance to now be living in kitsch hell.
Oh the irony.
But slowly. And surely. The place is growing on me. It’ll do, for now, and though it isn’t ideal, its rather cheap and is the first house that I’ve lived in with me and a partner, without any housemates or anything, and for that it’s special.
The Job
Well, what can I say? I feel very lucky, very privileged to have fallen into Parkhouse. It’s a challenging job, which stretches me and makes me develop lots of skills. The role is so diverse. I’m a PA, a trainee print buyer and (hopefully) a trainee copywriter. There are times when I do feel lonely, being as I’m the only person downstairs, but I do really really love my job and hope that it will open many doors for me.
I am finding the working fulltime to be rather arduous though. I’m tired all the time, not writing or reading much, and am still working six days a week. Bloody knackered! Buuuuut, I WILL hand my notice in to Bairstow eves this sat, so in a couple of weeks I’ll have my weekend back. Hopefully then I’ll begin to feel a bit better. Still, it’s a good job, so I cant complain really.
I can’t help but feel sometimes though, that I am a little girl playing dress-up, clonking around in my mums high heel shoes with make up smeared n my face and bashing the keyboard with two fingers shouting ‘look how grownd up I am. LOOK!” When will I feel like an adult and not an impostor I wonder! Do any of you feel like an adult yet?
Latitude
We went to latitude festival last weekend. It was wonderful. Just the right mix of music, literature, poetry, theatre, radio, magic, dance and sunshine. I‘ve fell in love with the festival and had so much fun, way more than glasto last year oddly enough. I came away feeling inspired and saw some of my heroes like carol ann duffy and Irvine welsh. I got Irvine’s autograph, but was such a bumbling idiot that I looked like a right prat! I’m still kicking myself for it now! Oh wells! Joanna Newsome was also a highlight for me, she played a two hour set on Sunday morning and was so lovely I cried! Silly me.
I better go really, as I’m at work as I write this. I’ll hopefully do another update soon, filling in on other aspects that have been going on. But for now….chow!
The move
I’ve lived in some many houses since moving out of my mums, and its never easy. Over the years I have found myself planning and organising sooner and sooner to elevate some of the ensuring pain, but there is always some there, like ripping a plaster off quickly, it smarts. But really, all things considered, it could have been worse. I think our main problem was the fact that we’d forgotten what the granny house looks like, so when we got there it was a bit of a shock. Our agents (IMS, but we’ve aptly dubbed them IBS) are bloody idiots too, and we keep having stumbling problems with them. Everything in the house is decrepit and falling apart. The washermashine is older than rosy is and lots of the cupboards are falling off the walls in the kitchen and bedroom. I was rather horrified when we first got there, everything is so twee and the bedroom is decorated EXACTLY live my Nan and granddads bedroom when I was a kid. Having spent a good year of my life researching kitsch and writing an essay on ‘the curse of kitsch’ it really felt like my penance to now be living in kitsch hell.
Oh the irony.
But slowly. And surely. The place is growing on me. It’ll do, for now, and though it isn’t ideal, its rather cheap and is the first house that I’ve lived in with me and a partner, without any housemates or anything, and for that it’s special.
The Job
Well, what can I say? I feel very lucky, very privileged to have fallen into Parkhouse. It’s a challenging job, which stretches me and makes me develop lots of skills. The role is so diverse. I’m a PA, a trainee print buyer and (hopefully) a trainee copywriter. There are times when I do feel lonely, being as I’m the only person downstairs, but I do really really love my job and hope that it will open many doors for me.
I am finding the working fulltime to be rather arduous though. I’m tired all the time, not writing or reading much, and am still working six days a week. Bloody knackered! Buuuuut, I WILL hand my notice in to Bairstow eves this sat, so in a couple of weeks I’ll have my weekend back. Hopefully then I’ll begin to feel a bit better. Still, it’s a good job, so I cant complain really.
I can’t help but feel sometimes though, that I am a little girl playing dress-up, clonking around in my mums high heel shoes with make up smeared n my face and bashing the keyboard with two fingers shouting ‘look how grownd up I am. LOOK!” When will I feel like an adult and not an impostor I wonder! Do any of you feel like an adult yet?
Latitude
We went to latitude festival last weekend. It was wonderful. Just the right mix of music, literature, poetry, theatre, radio, magic, dance and sunshine. I‘ve fell in love with the festival and had so much fun, way more than glasto last year oddly enough. I came away feeling inspired and saw some of my heroes like carol ann duffy and Irvine welsh. I got Irvine’s autograph, but was such a bumbling idiot that I looked like a right prat! I’m still kicking myself for it now! Oh wells! Joanna Newsome was also a highlight for me, she played a two hour set on Sunday morning and was so lovely I cried! Silly me.
I better go really, as I’m at work as I write this. I’ll hopefully do another update soon, filling in on other aspects that have been going on. But for now….chow!