Thursday, 20 August 2009

Moving, and NaNoWriMo.

Even more stuff is gone now.

It's a shock to have my surroundings suddenly so empty, although I'm actually liking this taste of simplicity. I hoard things usually. I can't bear to get rid of them, "just in case". My stuff is mostly in a storage locker now, and I'm tempted to keep the locker for a couple weeks after I move into my new place so that I can get used to living with less and can give away/sell as much as possible instead of taking it into the new flat with me. A really fresh start.

In other news, I'm planning to do NaNoWriMo again this year. I haven't managed to finish this challenge since starting uni, but now I've graduated and am trying to make writing part of my daily life, so I figure this is a good way to jumpstart a new writing routine. And I've missed being part of the craziness that is Nano.

The thing I'm concerned about is the fact I'll be working full-time this year, it's exhausting to work on a shop floor at Christmas, in the Christmas department no less. I'm hoping I'll have the energy to write while I'm not working. But I'm determined. I want to do it this year to prove to myself that I can. If I can write a novel in a month, while working full time, then afterwards I should have no problem with toning it down a little and merely writing a normal amount every day.

Monday, 17 August 2009

Phase One

The first load of stuff has left my room.

My room feels sad now. Most of the stuff that is me is out. All my books (except the 10 or 15 I refuse to be parted from), my DVDs, my clothes apart from a skeleton wardrobe, my knitting and yarn stash, spare bedding, art supplies, my ridiculously large collection of notebooks...

And my landlord seems to be dodging my notes and visits since I handed in notice about two weeks ago. He owes me money.

(I've just noticed that in this photo I have Bridget Jones, Jane Austen,
Anne of Green Gables, and a rag doll.... my stuff isn't all this girly and twee, honest!)

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

A fresh start...

(photo by Infinite Monkeys on Flickr)

Life is moving very, very quickly right now.

My sometime-in-the-future plan of moving out and finding a new place with Becky has suddenly run out of "in the future" time and become, like... now. I've handed in notice on my room and have to be out in just over two weeks.

The thing is, we still don't have a place to move into, most of my things are going into storage until we find somewhere. Becky's off in Nepal until the 29th of this month, and we can't move until she gets back. I've begun looking for a flat, but the quick searches I've done so far have just found lots of places that are out of our very limited price range. Hopefully something perfect will turn up soon. Very soon...

I'm excited. I can't wait to begin my new life, all fresh and full of possibilities. But this part of it is scary! The saying, "Leap and the net will appear," is more relevant than ever. Repeating it over and over is the only way I'm getting through packing up my home of three years with no idea of where I'm going to be this time next month.

The net will appear.... it will, it will...