I moved over the weekend. Sometimes when I'm washing my hands in the unfamiliar bathroom sink I remind myself, "This is my new home." And like with most new things, I can't fathom it. Since I was first a teenager I have planned almost every detail regarding moving out of home. I haven't exactly followed it but I appreciate my obsessiveness from the hey days because now I have no energy to feel that excitement, but I guess, I've already felt it.
Mayah and I packed up her little/spacious car with my wordily possessions and we set off. I still have more than half a room full of stuff back at 'home' and it saddens me to think that I own so much when I have no purpose for my belongings. I've already thrown out so much and yet there's so much more, I believe there's stuff that I've brought up that will be gone within a fortnight.
My new room is small. Mayah and I discussed last night at 3am at Mt. Coot-tha overlooking the city that being able to move away from home, is such a goddamn privilege. Even so, I can't help but describe my room as small. My new bed's not yet in it and I worry how the room will shrink once it's in.
Tonight is my third night here and my first night by myself in my room. It's not scary but the thought is lonely. I'm drinking tea spiked with Bailey's as a nightcap so I'll sleep easy and quickly. The road outside is loud with the sounds of city life so near and the breeze (a breeze?!) makes my tightly shut venetian blinds knock clumsily. They still allow thick shafts of light in during the morning.
In the past two nights I feel I've accomplished a fair bit. Saturday evening we left two hours later than planned, arrived and somehow still managed to unpack everything. Some friends then came over and we went out on the town to an old timey bar before heading to karaoke where we butchered our feminist anthem. Give it a week and I might do it again. Sunday night was spent at a friends house not so far away where we watched chick flicks and applied face masks to make our skin glow. Mayah and I didn't get back till 1.30am when I suggested we drive to Mt. Coot-tha (don't ask why). So we did. Apparently my idea wasn't so original and it was surprisingly busy for 2 am on a school night. The city lights are quite enchanting though.
Despite being nervous, I'm excited about ... this.
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| A corner of my new room. |
