This is a post from my second blog which is a lot more freestyle in terms of what I post (from recipes to anecdotes). But since this post is about my 20's I figured I could share it here too :-)
I am moving to a new flat for the second time this year.
It is to be expected at this age of my life - perhaps 22 is designed to be tumultuous. It does seem a pity that I can't stay here. Part of me did want to renew my lease for another six months, and perhaps I would have done until the council made my landlord take the kitchen sinks out of our rooms. Suddenly my perfect little kitchenette turned into a glorified pantry, and I didn't have the ease of life that I was looking for.
I began looking for a new place over the last few weeks. I was certain I could find something as quickly as I had done in January when I last searched - but I was determined not to be impulsive and consider my options carefully. I've decided to stay near the city centre, and my even closer proximity to the mainline station in this new flat will save me half an hour each way on my commute.
I am pleased with my new flat and I look forward to moving there in a few weeks. It's still small, but perfect for just me. It's got a lounge/bedroom, a seperate (huge) kitchen, a small bathroom and even a storage corridor. There's also a lovely little garden which is communal. I'm looking forward to the move all in all - it's a better place and I'm bound to be happy once I'm settled. It's just all the organising that goes with it that I'm not looking forward to. There's so much to sort and so many addresses to change (AGAIN).
I guess most of all I'm just hoping that I love this place and it works out. I'm just so sick of boxes, and shifting, and adjusting, and settling. I'd like to be in one place for a little while. I'm certain it's all just part of being this age, and becoming an adult in this world. I'm hoping that one day I'll be able to really appreciate what I have when I'm older, because I'll know what a pain it is just to be this age and on your own.
I know it's a silly thing to complain about when some people don't even have a roof over their head - I am overwhelmingly proud of myself most of the time for what I've accomplished. It just feels like a lot to contend with sometimes, and I'm not altogether confident that I'm mature enough to handle it all at once. I'm learning that it's about taking one thing at a time before I overwhelm myself with to-do lists and pressure.
On the whole though, I do feel very positive about my (small) steps forward in life, I'm looking forward to spending some time really figuring out my life's direction in the next few months. It's been nearly a year since I graduated university, and already I feel like I've learned so much about myself and the world around me.
This new move feels like another step forward for me. As daunting as that is, I'm glad that I'm making progress.
