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Oct. 21st, 2012 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYesterday I drove all the way to London, looked around a flat, and then I drove back again. Lest anyone think this isn't an achievement, please allow me to describe to you my fear of driving in New Places and my fear of driving in Cities. Put the two together and you get my bi-yearly Edinburgh meltdowns, which stupidore had to talk me down from in university. I am rubbish at city driving, and I am rubbish at driving to new places, and my SatNav is generally trying to kill me so can be unhelpful in such situations.
In the end, I kept on telling myself that I was in Manchester NOT LONDON and all of those signs for the Tube were LIES etc etc. Also I was on the outskirts for most of it. A full scale meltdown failed to occur. At this rate I'm going to be able to get over my fear of spiders. No, wait, that's ridiculous.
Anyway, things are moving on briskly. We have looked at a flat and said 'yes please' as it is dirt cheap and right by a Tube station, so fine for a starter flat. We are going to have to get rid of the armchairs, which I am slightly distressed about, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. I get a total pay off in having a kitchen about three times bigger than the one we have now, which means we can store kitchen stuff IN THE KITCHEN, rather than our current tactics of having the wedding china in the spare room next to the slow cooker, with the bread machine, wine rack and all the glasses in the living room. Yes, that was a very middle class sentence. But it's a beautiful, beautiful kitchen. We also get a GARDEN!! and a LOFT!!!!! which to my mind fulfills the purpose of a spare room but without having to hoover it.
Which leads to my next point - does anyone want two armchairs? They are in beautiful condition - retro chic, if you will - but being from the 1960s they have no fire label and as such the furniture collection people at the British Heart Foundation can't take them. You'll need to come and collect them, but seriously, they are there for the taking.
So that's one thing ticked off the Big List Of Moving To London. Friday was another step forward on the job hunt, as I had another telephone interview which also went very well and I've got my fingers crossed for. If I can just have a job lined up for when I get to London that would sort of solve everything. Well, actually, a lottery win would solve everything but we can dream.
Now to find moving agencies and to work out some very complicated dances around dates. And to continue in the quest of Stop My Mother Freaking Out. Went to see Dad on the way home to show him pictures of the flat and to get him on side in this quest, which he is all in favour of. It doesn't help that we're trying to sort out a fairly complicated job hunt/house move/out own feelings about moving to a scary new places whilst appeasing parents on both sides.
Actually, mostly it's time to get on with the hoovering. Having successfully researched this telephone interview for tomorrow, I now have no excuse not to do the cleaning. Boo.
stupidore had to talk me down from in university. I am rubbish at city driving, and I am rubbish at driving to new places, and my SatNav is generally trying to kill me so can be unhelpful in such situations.In the end, I kept on telling myself that I was in Manchester NOT LONDON and all of those signs for the Tube were LIES etc etc. Also I was on the outskirts for most of it. A full scale meltdown failed to occur. At this rate I'm going to be able to get over my fear of spiders. No, wait, that's ridiculous.
Anyway, things are moving on briskly. We have looked at a flat and said 'yes please' as it is dirt cheap and right by a Tube station, so fine for a starter flat. We are going to have to get rid of the armchairs, which I am slightly distressed about, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. I get a total pay off in having a kitchen about three times bigger than the one we have now, which means we can store kitchen stuff IN THE KITCHEN, rather than our current tactics of having the wedding china in the spare room next to the slow cooker, with the bread machine, wine rack and all the glasses in the living room. Yes, that was a very middle class sentence. But it's a beautiful, beautiful kitchen. We also get a GARDEN!! and a LOFT!!!!! which to my mind fulfills the purpose of a spare room but without having to hoover it.
Which leads to my next point - does anyone want two armchairs? They are in beautiful condition - retro chic, if you will - but being from the 1960s they have no fire label and as such the furniture collection people at the British Heart Foundation can't take them. You'll need to come and collect them, but seriously, they are there for the taking.
So that's one thing ticked off the Big List Of Moving To London. Friday was another step forward on the job hunt, as I had another telephone interview which also went very well and I've got my fingers crossed for. If I can just have a job lined up for when I get to London that would sort of solve everything. Well, actually, a lottery win would solve everything but we can dream.
Now to find moving agencies and to work out some very complicated dances around dates. And to continue in the quest of Stop My Mother Freaking Out. Went to see Dad on the way home to show him pictures of the flat and to get him on side in this quest, which he is all in favour of. It doesn't help that we're trying to sort out a fairly complicated job hunt/house move/out own feelings about moving to a scary new places whilst appeasing parents on both sides.
Actually, mostly it's time to get on with the hoovering. Having successfully researched this telephone interview for tomorrow, I now have no excuse not to do the cleaning. Boo.
