We’re all moved and getting settled back in our old place (coughcough-in-laws-coughcough) and now that we’re here I’m feeling a lot better about the whole thing. Determined. I don’t think anyone pictures being roommates with anyone at all after getting married-let alone with family-but it really is a good opportunity for us to take care of business, and it’s nice of Jon’s parents to welcome us here. So I’m keeping my chin up, dammit. Besides, it was our decision, and even that is a privilege. We are lucky. We will make the most of this.
Snow finally arrived in England the day we left our flat. And it was beautiful. I thought it would be a light dusting, but it just kept coming! If Jon hadn’t been so ill, and if we hadn’t been in the midst of moving, I would have liked to take a seaside walk in the snow. Alas, that didn’t happen.
Just the beginning of the hours of snow that followed.
Pigeons cowering against the building across the street, huddled for warmth.
I love when people use umbrellas in the snow. It’s weirdly adorable.
However, the view is far different up north in the quiet bit of small village that is Lindfield, our new/old home. It snowed all day and we woke up to this yesterday morning…a still, peaceful, gorgeous winter wonderland.
And that vignette, my friends, is enough to cheer any girl up.
Man. You guys, I’m just…… kinda sad. Things are changing around here and not all the changes are what one would call fun, or “good”. I’m hoping for the best. I hope we are making good decisions. I don’t know. Basically, Jon and I are moving back in with his parents in the hopes of saving enough money to buy a house in 2013. It’s a lofty goal, and maybe too overly ambitious, and ya know, who really needs to buy a house anyway? But we’re doing this. We are also suffering through some personal physical issues, but I’m not about to splash that all over the internet, know what I mean? But anyway, that’s the reasoning behind a relative radio silence over here. There just isn’t as much to say in this new year. We’re halfway moved out of our place now, so our flat is particularly sad, which makes me more sad. We will be all moved out on Saturday, and it will be the end of an era/beginning of a new one. I hope we are doing a good thing. I hope we make the best of this grand idea. But right now I just feel….heavy.
I say the pumpkin ale, because I’ve finally made my first run to the grocery store, stocked up on many many things, and bought some Harvest Moon Pumpkin Ale to treat myself. Yay for autumn!Too bad I forgot my wallet in my other bag and the roomie had to pay…that was embarassing. Really. Moving on.
I’m nearly moved in! I have no bed, but I’ve made a nice bohemian little space for myself where I’d put a bed, if I had one, and it’s made of a comforter and various sheets n things. I need a lava lamp and a beaded curtain to keep the vibe going…yeah.
Moving sucks. I hate it. And according to my calculations, I’ve moved house 12 times in the past 7 years. That’s a lot. Fortunately, I haven’t actually picked up too much big stuff in those years-I’m big on purging myself of extraneous goods before and after moving. My biggest personal belongings are a bookshelf and a dresser. That’s it. Other than that, I own far too many books, a lot of clothes, and various knick knacks n things from my travels. So on the one hand, I have lots of little things, and nowhere to really store them. It’s a conundrum. But I’m nearly all settled here and that’s what matters now.
Now back to my pumpkin ale!