It’s another post in the same month as the previous! That’s a good sign isn’t it?
I moved to subi a few months ago, and I live in a block of units surrounded by crazy women. One woman apparently had some strokes and they gave her the equivalent of a frontal labotomy. She told me to say hello to the previous tenant which I have now done. He told me some interesting stories about her.
Apparently, she used to walk into his flat, uninvited and make herself tea and then chat with him, so he apparently decided to walk out of the shower nude. That stopped her from coming into the flat, but then that left me thinking I should vacuum the shag pile carpets a bit more. The idea of knowing that the previous tenant wandered around the flat in the nude, and that I work with him, and now I have a horrible image of a short hairy man with a mullet walking around nude in my flat stuck in my head. [claws her eyes out]
No more visa talk at the moment, it’s stressful, but on the flip side, I’m finally gripped the bull by the horns, and getting counselling! Today, all I did was talk about myself, and my story and a little bit on how I felt about the X. I don’t put up too many public posts about stuff because I don’t always feel comfortable. This really sometimes is just a puff piece blog, and I don’t want to be emo. I’m too old for that. I’m going to get the counselling done for a couple of months, mainly to learn to make time for myself.
I’m getting nervous about having a flat mat move in. I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of weeks, and i realise I am going to have to change a lot of my habits. I’m very used to living by myself, and I am hoping that she realises I have no intention of sharing my life with her forever. Once MM gets here and we sort the visa, he’s a permanent fixture in my life. I didn’t have to change a lot when MM was here last, he’s like me. Ah dear.. :/
You won’t be able to walk around in the nuddy after having a shower, at the least. Not until the “real” flatmate comes.