I find myself in familiar territory of late. I'm back in my weekend breakfast restaurant. I guess, as a bachelor, you get that a lot. The regulars.
I've just woken up, put on my British flag t-shirt, the one I got from my cousin the last time she visited me. Speaking of which, I'm delighted to have her visiting again. It's small little things like seeing people that mean many things to you throughout many times of your life that I treasure the most. I suppose that's why when someone passes, that's the things you remember and miss the most. I remember my dear aunt, that way I suppose.
Well, after getting up an having a shower, which is worthwhile noting as showering for me, right now is awesome. I've been somewhat of a bath boy of late, as that was part of my limited but nice previous setup. I'm half way through the process of moving, almost like one leg out of the bed - which accounts for me now sleeping in my new apartment but still having certain duties that still new carrying out in my old apartment. Things like clearing out what's still to be moved, having it professionally cleaned and fixing an unfortunate mishap to a kitchen window which I might add was due to natural causes, for I'm certainly not a party animal or destructive in nature at all. It's still a little bit new waking up in a new apartment. I sometimes wake and its unfamiliar, other times I walk onto the kitchen and feel surrounded by an audience of cupboards, with the washer/tumble dryer taking centre stage and the oven looking on from the rear left-side. I now have great fun sliding on my socks across the passage on the wooden floors, that I particularly like. I haven't quite fully moved as I still have a few unaccounted possessions but last night I put a plastic container of blueberries along with a small bottle of drinking yoghurt in the fridge and munched on a packet of bacon rashers which made me feel rather more at home than most recently.
Anyhow, I'm still stirring having my breakfast this morning, wearing my British union jack t-shirt in commemoration of the Queens Diamond Jubilee, which is rather momentous. Even myself, not being a native Britain, I'm still drawn in my the British spirit. It's wonderfully British weather though, rather dull, grey and an always determined sensation of rain always teasing every few moments. It's rather wondrous really, I do love the rain, the dull grey and the cosiness of it all. I'm superbly nestled in, having my breakfast here. Its ever so glorious. I'm rather happy today. And why not?
For the last 3 days, I've been rather casually moving items to my new apartment - I have a superb travel backpack, probably in the order of 45L or so - really magnificent and very practical and effective - which has seen many of my possessions travel through it in these past days. I've been working real hard, even though it's a short walk from my old apartment to my new one. I think of which, has resulted in my falling ill for the last couple of days. I really shouldn't have done any moving as I scheduled, and took time off, to do so in about a week from the point I started naughtily moving things.
It's quite pleasing that even though everything in my life seems to have moved physically, my website still is there and hasn't changed. Tremendously psychological, I guess. Is that strange, maybe.
Now I guess, it's back to the regulars...Oh what marvellous bliss the journey of self discovery is. Solitude is bliss!
I've just woken up, put on my British flag t-shirt, the one I got from my cousin the last time she visited me. Speaking of which, I'm delighted to have her visiting again. It's small little things like seeing people that mean many things to you throughout many times of your life that I treasure the most. I suppose that's why when someone passes, that's the things you remember and miss the most. I remember my dear aunt, that way I suppose.
Well, after getting up an having a shower, which is worthwhile noting as showering for me, right now is awesome. I've been somewhat of a bath boy of late, as that was part of my limited but nice previous setup. I'm half way through the process of moving, almost like one leg out of the bed - which accounts for me now sleeping in my new apartment but still having certain duties that still new carrying out in my old apartment. Things like clearing out what's still to be moved, having it professionally cleaned and fixing an unfortunate mishap to a kitchen window which I might add was due to natural causes, for I'm certainly not a party animal or destructive in nature at all. It's still a little bit new waking up in a new apartment. I sometimes wake and its unfamiliar, other times I walk onto the kitchen and feel surrounded by an audience of cupboards, with the washer/tumble dryer taking centre stage and the oven looking on from the rear left-side. I now have great fun sliding on my socks across the passage on the wooden floors, that I particularly like. I haven't quite fully moved as I still have a few unaccounted possessions but last night I put a plastic container of blueberries along with a small bottle of drinking yoghurt in the fridge and munched on a packet of bacon rashers which made me feel rather more at home than most recently.
Anyhow, I'm still stirring having my breakfast this morning, wearing my British union jack t-shirt in commemoration of the Queens Diamond Jubilee, which is rather momentous. Even myself, not being a native Britain, I'm still drawn in my the British spirit. It's wonderfully British weather though, rather dull, grey and an always determined sensation of rain always teasing every few moments. It's rather wondrous really, I do love the rain, the dull grey and the cosiness of it all. I'm superbly nestled in, having my breakfast here. Its ever so glorious. I'm rather happy today. And why not?
For the last 3 days, I've been rather casually moving items to my new apartment - I have a superb travel backpack, probably in the order of 45L or so - really magnificent and very practical and effective - which has seen many of my possessions travel through it in these past days. I've been working real hard, even though it's a short walk from my old apartment to my new one. I think of which, has resulted in my falling ill for the last couple of days. I really shouldn't have done any moving as I scheduled, and took time off, to do so in about a week from the point I started naughtily moving things.
It's quite pleasing that even though everything in my life seems to have moved physically, my website still is there and hasn't changed. Tremendously psychological, I guess. Is that strange, maybe.
Now I guess, it's back to the regulars...Oh what marvellous bliss the journey of self discovery is. Solitude is bliss!