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Home Is Where My Stuff Is

So.

On Friday, I took some of my things down to my new apartment. And on Sunday, my parents took down some more.

I have a giant awesome television and a blu-ray player ready and waiting. I have a bed and a new mattress set up in the bedroom. I have a toaster, a kettle, a Sodastream (I’m pretty sure at this point, my veins are 65% bubbly water) and my most beloved, beat-up 90s era can opener.

I don’t have a couch yet; I have giant floor cushions as a stand in for now. I still need a few things. Well, a lot of things. The things I’m looking most forward to are my pink lounge (I know! Ikea make pink couches!), my desk and chair so that I can bring my desktop computer down (I have my father’s spare monitor waiting in my room) and a modem.

Until then, traveling home-home every weekend is necessary. Completely necessary. A proper fridge full of food, high-speed internet, furniture… ahh, it’s the completely ordinary things (like a chair!) that you take for granted. :D

A Little of This, A Little of That

Things are happening.

  • I’m bored silly in my classes, honestly. Being bored leaves me time to think. Thinking turns me into an anxious mess. I hope it gets better. I’ve already made the decision that if I’m still unhappy – this unhappy – in a year, I’ll transfer to a different school. I’ll need a year to really find my feet, I guess. It’s still horrifying dragging myself in every week, but I guess I’ll manage. I’ve never liked change.
  • I finally found an apartment, whee! (more…)

I could sleep forever…

Wow.

So, I started university again. It was rather a shock.

First of all, in a city two hours away. And I haven’t been able to find an apartment yet. It’s kind of cut-throat in Sydney. So I’m still looking. I’m commuting and staying near by the university for three days each week. I’m so, so tired each week.

The last seven months has been really hard at home, and it all kind of hit me. I was a mess for the first week; ridiculously enough, when I mentioned how miserable I was, my doctor gave me Xanax. I took half a pill, and yuck. I will never understand how people get addicted to such a dreadful, dreadful medication. What a horrid feeling. I’m trying out herbal remedies for stress and anxiety now.

At this moment, i’m sitting in a room surrounded by things – my drawing tablet (after three-four years, I’ve finally started to master drawing on it; maybe I’ll post some of my efforts) is balanced on my desk, clothes piled in a suitcase (roughly triple what I actually need to pack for Sydney this week), books and bits piled on my bookcase, and a bit of everything piled on my desk.

Easter Holidays will be nice. I’m going to sleep and write and draw and maybe even clock in some time with my Sims.

I’m a simple girl at heart.