Snails and bunnies

Hey!

So, moving house happened. Life's looking a lot brighter now! About a week ago we packed our bags and moved to our new place. Instead of broken glass on the street and seagulls screaming outside that we had at the old place, we now see snails on the road outside our house and there are bunnies jumping around in our backyard.

Our fellow resident.

Moving house was really exciting. Unfortunately all of our stuff did not fit into a suitcase. We did a few trips with bags and suitcases, but last weekend I hired a van, so that we could move rest of our stuff. I miss driving. I would like to be able to drive more. Then I might get better at it and stop worrying about it so much. But having a car made moving a lot easier than shifting all of our stuff on a public transport. I'm not an expert house-mover, and I actually kind of hate moving. But it's probably because I have more stuff than I would like to. But I own too many things that I don't want to throw away. Having my own museum would be useful. All the things, I don't actively want to have in my life could go there. Like weird presents and old school books that might come in handy one day.

Waiting for a bus to take us home.

But now when the move is almost done, I like knowing exactly what I have. Some things have gone missing, but I've found things that I didn't know I had. I didn't know I had 10 toothbrushes or chopsticks! Okay, the chopsticks look kind of disposable and I have probably nicked them from a Chinese restaurant when I ended up using a fork and decided that I should really practise using chopsticks at home before I end up in an Asian restaurant the next time. I have since then realised that you can just stab the food with one stick and use the other to pretend that you are eating with them sophisticatedly.

Eating cereal is a lot easier than eating Asian food.

Since moving to the new place, a thought has occurred to me. I realised that some of my headaches and migraines might be caused by my sight. I went to see an optician, and my sight hasn't actually changed too much, but enough to get new glasses. So now I'm going to get new glasses too! My girlfriend thinks they look too hipster. But she's going to get glasses I won't like, so it's all even. That's what relationships are about - compromises and making sure all the feelings are mutual.

I have also been wondering about how I don't know when to come out to people. When should I and when shouldn't I? Does anyone know? Because I am really not sure. 

Is it appropriate to tell strangers that I have a girlfriend? For instance, when an optician asks about my week, is it acceptable to talk about putting furniture together with my girlfriend? For some reason, I feel that she might not want to hear about it – that she might see it as something too private. But if it was a boyfriend I was putting furniture together with, I maybe would not feel that it would be too much information to the poor optician. But why should homosexuality be more private than heterosexuality? And what about when she's just assumed to be my friend? When, for instance, a waiter asks me about “my friend's order”, should I tell them that she's actually my girlfriend? Or would that be rude? Should I just settle for people assuming that I'm out with a friend? I mean, girlfriend is still a friend, right? 

This is probably something that is not only a problem same-sex couples have. – Or at least I hope that people don't assume anymore that when a boy and a girl are seen together that they are automatically a couple. But what do you think?

Moving on

Hello blog!

I'm writing (again) because I'm meant to be packing (again). Years ago, I wrote blog posts about how to pack. The reason why I wrote those was to inspire myself, because I really suck at packing. Mostly my strategy for packing is the following: 

1. Wait until I have only 20 minutes before my train leaves. 
2. Throw everything into a backpack. 

3. Realise that the backpack is too small.

4. Stuff the rest of the stuff into three smaller backs.

5. Somehow fasten all the bags around me.

6. Run to the train station.

7. Realise that I forgot pants, toothbrush, etc.

But this time the occasion for packing is different. This time I have to pack everything! 

I'm getting keys for a new flat tomorrow. It's like getting keys for my future life. 

Went for a flat viewing.

The reason why I originally started looking for a new place is that my landlord is going to sell the flat I'm living in. I had some time to mentally prepare for this, because my previous flatmate, who also happens to be the daughter of my landlord, warned me that her parents might want to sell the flat when she spontaneously moved to Switzerland after love.

Now, however, I am looking forward to getting away from this place, because this is where I experienced the suckiest year of my life. It has absolutely nothing to do with this flat, my ex flatmate or my landlord - they were all absolutely wonderful! I'm not moving anywhere as extreme as Switzerland - I'm only moving to the other side of the city, but the idea of getting out of here sounds relieving. It's like a whole new adventure!

This time, instead of living alone, I'm going to live with my girlfriend. We're going to be sambos - like they say in Sweden! I had to register that with the government, because my funding form asked for it. It felt fairly official. And as an added bonus, we're going to get a pet! My friend Kata is coming back to town!

Perhaps, technically she should be called a flatmate.

We're going to have a backyard, 2 coffee machines, a leather sofa (like Kata wanted), a hob and a roof over our heads. My favourite supermarket is going to be behind the corner and my least favourite street is going to be very far away. 

I will also have to register with a new General Practice. I'm hoping there will be more competent doctors than at my current one. I've had enough of these health problems and doctors who just keep giving me antidepressants and testing me for pregnancy and chlamydia. At least I can safely say, that I don't have STIs or people growing inside me. And I am not so depressed about it that I would need antidepressants for it. I just feel like they have wasted quite a lot of tax payers money on testing it when I could have just told them that I don't. And I still don't feel okay. I feel better than I did a year ago, but worse than two years ago. And I want to get fixed. I hope that my new GP will actually listen to me.

So new keys, new drugs, new housemates, new neighbourhood - here I come! After I get my suitcases packed.

Did you just delete me on Facebook?

Well, okay, you probably didn't because this is my blog. And presumably, if you had just deleted me, then you probably wouldn't like me very much. And I don't understand why someone who doesn't even like me would want to read my blog. I would understand if I wrote about something other than my life. But because I mostly really just write about things in my life, the only reason why someone who disliked me would read my blog would be to look for some satisfaction about their life by comparing it to mine. But it would be a lot easier to do that on Facebook.

I'm glad I made sure that you're not the person who deleted me on Facebook. But isn't it annoying when you realise that someone did? Especially when you don't know who. You just know that there's someone who decided that you're not important for them and that they don't even want to know you anymore. It's possibly even more annoying than seeing that your ex-facebook-friend who you were just about to message has deleted you. It's like that, but with the added mystery.

It's sad when someone does not want to be your friend, but in that case it's just easier for me that they deleted themselves from my friend list. It saves my facebook cleaning time and I will have more time to hang out with people who want to be my friends.

This is my Bunny of Internet Connectivity.

Last month I had a chance to spend quality time with some of my favourite real life friends and I feel so happy about it! Those were the happiest moments I've lived for the past year! In this time of internet connectivity, I think I might write a blog post about those moments at some point.

Chocolate at Brown Sugar Cafe, Ballater.

In other technology news, I also bought my very first smart phone! It's pink and has internet. I'm not very good at using it yet, but I like it. It keeps me connected with my friends. On Saturday I used it to take a photo of chocolate I was about to eat so I that I could upload it on Facebook for everyone to see. I may have become one of those people. I'm okay with it. I was adviced to try and be more social. Everyone needs to start somewhere and social media seemed like a good place for that.