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I don't write too much these days. I do much more than I used to do, but I feel less inclined to write. Less to complain about.
I've been using my day off productively. Unpacking. Empty boxes are starting to outnumber those still full, and the half of the living room I actually use looks sparce. Soon we will have our L-shaped sofa, and extra bookcases (how lucky the Canadian is to have gained a rather substantial library of comic books). We will eventually hang pictures and add our respective personal touches. New buildings are so devoid of character. Only our mess reveals that this is ours: newspapers, stray make up, piles of CDs.
On days like today, when Canada is away and I'm doing laundry and hoovering (well, I will be hoovering. Or maybe tomorrow), it seems to surreal to be living here. This is my place and I can do what I like in it. Even Milland house wasn't mine as such, we didn't keep our things anywhere but our bedrooms, but here, it's my books on the shelves in the living room, my music playing. If i want to have friends round, I can. If I want to stay up until four playing Mario, that's OK too.
I have more responsibilities than I've probably ever had, but equally, I am freer than I've ever been. We're poor but we're happy. Things are good. And, in a few more months, we might be fully unpacked.
I've been using my day off productively. Unpacking. Empty boxes are starting to outnumber those still full, and the half of the living room I actually use looks sparce. Soon we will have our L-shaped sofa, and extra bookcases (how lucky the Canadian is to have gained a rather substantial library of comic books). We will eventually hang pictures and add our respective personal touches. New buildings are so devoid of character. Only our mess reveals that this is ours: newspapers, stray make up, piles of CDs.
On days like today, when Canada is away and I'm doing laundry and hoovering (well, I will be hoovering. Or maybe tomorrow), it seems to surreal to be living here. This is my place and I can do what I like in it. Even Milland house wasn't mine as such, we didn't keep our things anywhere but our bedrooms, but here, it's my books on the shelves in the living room, my music playing. If i want to have friends round, I can. If I want to stay up until four playing Mario, that's OK too.
I have more responsibilities than I've probably ever had, but equally, I am freer than I've ever been. We're poor but we're happy. Things are good. And, in a few more months, we might be fully unpacked.