For those of you who are new here, I am not a native to the
North of England, but I have called it my home since 2013, along with a cohort
of individuals who I now have the pleasure of calling my friends.
Since 2013, I have faithfully trundled from house to house
year after year (student year long leases are a bitch when you hate change and
moving) with a growing amass of clothing and ‘cute’ mugs which range from ones
with funny slogans on to a mug with an actual unicorn head and tail sticking
out – like I said, cute.
It wasn’t until June 2018 that I had to actually become an
adult and make the adult decision to go it alone in house hunting, moving and
setting myself up. When I say it was my decision, I mean my best friends were
moving to London to start a new life together (I still get sad about this, so
I’ll gloss over that for now), and I had no choice but to find somewhere solo
to live.
After several disastrous house viewings, one with so much
mould under the window it could’ve been classed as a nuclear hazard, I stumbled
upon ‘the one’ and signed the contract with outright glee on my face.
Moving day came, and my friend, her boyfriend and her baby
loaded up the remains of my furniture and clothes, and helped me drag them up
to the third floor room which I was now inhabiting. I made the very smart
decision to buy a tower fan that afternoon, and I’m currently sat next to it on
max speed, still sweating like I was in the Sahara.
I have successfully navigated how the washing machine works
without breaking it, the awkward breakfast chat with my new housemates and I am
yet to have anyone walk in on me in the shower after I’ve forgotten to lock the
door.
I’ve managed to apply for all of my content insurance, tv
licencing and general life essentials without fucking up too badly, and I am
currently in bed watching Power on Netflix whilst cramming M&M’s in to my
mouth and trying to think of when I will need to go to sleep to get enough
hours in to not feel like I’ve been hit by a train in the morning.
If this is adulting, then I am nailing this.
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