Liveloveall: August 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

The craziness of moving into my own home can send anyone bonkers!

So moving into your new home should be stress-free?

It should be if you're an organised person.

I am one of those kind of people but it seems people around me, are not.

So day one of the big move was riddled with me either rolling my eyes, gasping, and chucking silent tantrums.

The first hurdle was when I walked into my brother's bathroom to find something quite disturbing... a floor covered with dust, hair and outright disgusting boy dirtyness all around me.

Boys are gross. No real concept of hygiene.

After that horrible image and the fact i ran screaming from the room, I continuing jamming box after box into my little Ford Focus.

I had everything ready and as I arrived at new place, i found out that the electricity was out, even though I set up an account up a week before.

I found out that some moron at my local electricity business forgot to put the fuse in the box.

They didn't think I was moving into my place. So when I explained to them that when I set up the account did they not think I or someone was moving into the apartment? No response. Just a stupid 12 year old on the other end giving me shit about how she understands my situation and that she wants to work through it.

NO! I dont need to work through it. What I need is the twit to use common sense and put the electricity on.

That was the first rolling of the eyes and silent tantrum.

They assured me that electricity would be on between the hours of 9am and 5pm. Great! Fantastic. Exaxctly what I wanted to hear. Grrrggghhh!!

After unpacking my stuff in my apartment which was freezing because of Canberra's bitter winter, I conceded defeat and trudge back to brother's place to warm up.

At 6:30 on a Friday night, my local electricity gurus called me to tell me my electricity was on.

BRILLIANT!

FANTASTIC!

DESPITE THE POINT I WASN'T THERE AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SET UP A WEEK EARLIER! (Sorry for the yelling.)

But after eight months of waiting, with one disaster after another, I finally let the rubber band snapped. It was wonderfully crazy but worth it.

Because I am worth it!

So now as I sit in the middle of my lounge room, with smurf bed sheets covering my windows as makeshift curtains, I am slowly starting to feel the warmth of being in my own home.

My own home. How wonderful is that!

Plus the smurf bed sheets keep me amused, along with the neighbours.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Packing is a bitch!!

God damn! Can I just say that packing is a bitch!

I spent the entire weekend packing all my stuff into boxes... well not all weekend.

I did manage to go out one night with the girls and dance it up at 80s night at Transit. Love it!

Nothing beats dancing Wham, Europe, Sir Mixalot, Salt n' Pepa, the list goes on.

But after I wander through the door at 3am and then slept in till 11am, I couldn't avoid the packing any more.

Well I did avoid for a few more hours until I had to start and within a few hours I strained my back and ended up watching DVDs and being creative. I bought some buttons and fabric and sewed new things onto old jumpers... to spruce things up.

I hate packing.

It's such a pain in the arse.

It's the second time I have had to pack in one year... and the year isn't even over yet. Not even close!

Still, I am moving into my own place.

My own home.

My space.

No one, and I mean no one, will be allowed in if they are critical, mean, a clean freak, feel threatened by me, or people who don't like my friends, my boyfriends or even me.

My happy place.

I can do what I please.

I am actually finally getting excited about moving into my own home.

I have waited eight months to move in and now its finally here.

Eight long freaking months!

I must sign off as I have to go back to packing... again!