A stranger in a strange land
So, I have arrived. Or rather I arrived earlier - some time last week to be vague. It is odd. It feels like I've come here for a break, but taken all my stuff with me. I would say it was 'inexplicably,' but it strikes me that it's the sort of thing I'd end up doing at some point in my life - just out of boredom and curiosity. An acknowledgment that add to the unreality of it all. Dream-like I suppose. It's odd being so close to people, and so far away from drunks - I shall miss them in an odd way, they were good for venting on. Still the internet is up and running - even though my bedroom isn't. Well not properly anyway. Saying that there are some tweaks I'd like to get done to improve the space in the flat. Having a separate living room is first on my list, having a bedroom big enough to get lost in seems to be a side effect of that process, but one I can live with - possibly for years if i get way laid badly enough up there. Still, don't get me wrong, it's a lovely flat. Next on my list of things to get done - address changes. And secure cash - BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!