"I watched you board a train, in the London rain"
*Flops down on the ground in front of everyone's feet*
Good lord have I ever been busy. BUSY. Ever since I've come back, there hasn't been one day when I've just sat around and done absolutely nothing. I'm either at the flat, cleaning and setting things up so it feels more like home, or up at uni to use the internet since I've been struggling cold turkey at the flat with no connection whatsoever, or at work, since I went back and got my very mundane job back that I need oh so desperately.
It has been a mental whirlwind to say the least. It only took me a couple of hours to get my crap unpacked and it felt like I had never left. Even though I'm living in a completely new flat in a new location, I'm still with my people that I know and love and wherever they are, that's where home is.
There's still a lot to do and wrap up before I'll feel completely settled in. Priority number one is to get rid of the previous tenants; these mini roach bug things that only come out at night. It's beyond gross. I've got a major phobia about bugs anyway, so I'm extremely paranoid once the sun goes down. Are they in my cupboard? Crawling somewhere on the floor? It's exhausting to always be on the look out for them. Helen and I gave the flat a nice scrub down once we moved in, but they're still there...being disgusting bugs.
Our [useless] estate agent, Alex, is supposedly coming round our flat tomorrow with an exterminator to have a look at our place. He said that he isn't sure what they're going to do since our flat doesn't appear to be the main site where they live and they want to get them at the root. Fair enough, so do I, but I also don't want to be living with them for the time being. Eating out all the time is already getting to be too expensive for me, but I refuse to buy any food that they'll be able to crawl into and eat through.
Honestly, if it isn't one thing, it's another with that damn flat.
I am very happy about being back though. I've already had a couple of mental nights out, but for the most part they were pretty good. Except one where I drank way too much on an empty stomach. I'll have to make sure I eat before I ever drink four double vodka and cranberries, PLUS two bottles of wine and a blue WKD. It wasn't pretty. You don't want the details.
A couple of us went down to the bar the first night it was opened. Fresher's Sunday. It was weird being there and seeing the newbies clutching onto their drinks with their wide, beady eyes. Bless them. It wasn't as crazy as I thought it was going to be, but it was still good. Good to be back in the company of people that already knew me properly, understood me and who I could be completely chill with. There was a lot of hugging and kissing and dancing, all in celebration of being back at uni, and explaining multiple times to people who thought that I wasn't going to be coming back.
"Yeah, I didn't think I was going to be back, but alas, here I fucking am!"
"Well, fucking congratulations darling. Let's get another drink to celebrate."
The city is still mental, but that's the way I like it. It's hard and tough and there have already been times when I've sat back and it feels like I've been here for three months. I don't know what it is, but I'm addicted to it all and I never want to lose this place ever again.
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Oh bugs, that's nasty. In one student place I've lived over the years (it's hard to keep track of how many in total) we had mice. They seemed to laugh at the poison we'd sprinkled around so instead we put *all* our food into tupperware. The kind that's almost impossible for a human to open, let alone for a mouse to even get a sniff out of. That chased them away to the neighbours.
Just keep everything *excruciatingly* clean. That should do the trick.
Posted by: Erik | September 25, 2007 04:53 AM