MOVING OUT
Well, where have the past 6 months gone? I moved into this flat on the 24th June 2015 and I'm now moving on, back into hotels for another few months before new adventures occur - but it's okay, I can watch Hairspray on Film4 and unashamedly sing along. Living on my own has been rather an adventure, from sorting out my boiler pressure, to learning how to cook, to leaving the six months with far more alcohol than you'd started with. Unfortunately for me, the alcohol was rarely drunk and a lot was left over from people coming round - tiger beer isn't my favourite.
I would love to say I've had enough time in the past 6 months to actually enjoy my flat, but realistically I haven't had time to be in my flat, I've been busy with the Preston Concert Band, the Preston Flute Group, cinema trips, visiting all the nearby cities and exploring the world. Well, by the world I mean Venice, but a belated post will come on that.
Cooking has probably been my worst trait, I managed to burn chicken nuggets by pan-frying them in my first week, and then went on to burn all manor of things, bacon, sausages, eggs, even lasagne. But it's all a process right? I'm not supposed to have all the skills necessary to live by myself straight away, which makes me feel a bit better. I'll get there...eventually! I've got all the equipment to be a Great British Baking contestant, just got to get to the point where I can make some crazy bakes and I'll be all set!
I will miss my flat, and the freedom that comes with it, however I do miss being in hotels, the ease of leaving your room everyday and someone will come in and clean it for you. Not only that, but I've gotten into a terrible habit of not exercising, so the first night I'm in the hotel will be the first time in 6 months that I've actually exercised... It's okay though, one of those things that is easy to forget when it's not convenient. Saying that though, I have got a 24-hour McDonalds around the corner and although that is very convenient I haven't been there at all in the past 6 months.
Anyway, I guess the point of this post is to reflect a bit on the past 6 months and what I've been up to...but I got that a few posts back. So maybe this is a short musing as to what it's like to move out and how I'm feeling about it. That's what this blog is for anyway...having somewhere to write and have very few read it. I see the stats, and if you are reading this and you aren't me, then congratulations - you've got to the first post! There are another 40 to read after this.