Once I thought I could manage one post a month, at a minimum, but that also proves to be too much at times. Last few weeks, probably closer to a month, have been kept me rather busy. At one point I even felt like my life became some kind of telenovela and I wished I could just skip a few episodes.
I've spent seven weeks in the flat next door living out of boxes. I unpacked very little because I knew it was temporary. My landlady tried to persuade me to rent that flat instead but I'm truly glad I didn't. At first I wanted to avoid it because it was bigger and thus more expensive. I didn't need further financial strain before I secured employment. Then it turned out that despite the place being bigger, it had some major downsides. The kitchen area was at least half the size as my current one, I couldn't fit my kitchenware neatly into it and the sink was made of easily stainable material. It was also smaller than my current one and the faucet didn't reach the middle of the sink where you'd be washing plates. The wooden floor was too slippery for Artemis to run around on so she avoided playing and when she did, it dulled her hind claws.
I'm glad I'm out of here... but I'm disappointed that in those 7 weeks, they only painted the walls a different colour. The floor is still creaking and uneven and I expect the windows are still going to make this place very cold come winter. At least I now have a bunk bed which created much needed storage space for my game collection.
I like that I found out I had to move back when she knocked on my door with a potential tenant who came in for a viewing. The following week I was moving my things while starting a new job. That also came as a surprise because I spent the previous week struggling with a recruitment agency who couldn't find me on their system despite signing up and then it turned out I had to provide additional documents and chase references for them before being given an assignment. Just when I thought all was lost, turns out they didn't send me an email with the start date so I started working a day later.
Starting a new job, while exciting, it's also tiring as there's a lot of information to absorb. Moreover, every day I got home and spent a few more hours moving my things. I thought a new tenant would be moving at the end of that week so I had to be fast about it but when I was done, it turned out he decided not to move in.
It was for the best because for another week, my landlady had trouble with the mattress she ordered for the flat. I spent two weeks in total living between flats. One was my living room while the other was my bedroom. During that week, my mum decided she had enough and came over during the day while I was at work. I wasn't happy about it, I told her as much, especially since I made it clear I had enough being taken advantage of by dad and wanted an apology at the very least on his side... but she also had enough of that issue between us destroying her relationship with me. She camped with my sister in front of my door for four hours waiting for me to get back so I at least got them some tea. Now we're working on re-connecting.
It's going well enough for now. They came over again recently, this time invited, we had dinner and played a game. I appreciate it that she's trying to be respectful but, apparently, I still need to remind her that I'm not here to fix their problems by pretending to be my dad and calling governmental organisations on his behalf.
Well, it's all done now and I'm slowly regaining my equilibrium. I'm settling into a proper routine around my work hours, getting up for breakfast, going to work and having the evening for myself. There's still a fair amount of organising around the house to do so some of my hobbies are suffering but that won't be an issue for long, I hope.
