Last night was grim, today I’m walking on sunshine. It’s weird as hell, but I’ll deal.
Today has been a nice day. We found a beautiful flat in a converted chapel, 15 minute walk from campus, half an hour walk from the town centre/beach. The large bedroom has views of the sea. It’s got an open plan kitchen/lounge, with views out onto the high street, original windows, high ceilings, a P-shaped bath and electric shower, the rooms are HUGE, each fits a double bed/desk/wardrobe/etc., and it’s a 2 minute walk from the local high street. It’s £387pcm per person, including all bills, rent, high speed unlimited wifi and council tax. I’ll be living with my best friend and my boyfriend. It’s neutrally decorated, there’s a patio outside, and the landlady’s WONDERFUL, she’s happy for us to have small pets/redecorate as long as we make her little house a home, and we will. It’s even furnished, and the furniture’s gorgeous! There’s storage for surfboards! And a free carpark!
The plan is to sort out the contracts, get a student account, pay the deposit with my deposit from this place, go home for three months, work full time to pay off the rent, store my stuff with my friend, and come back at the end of September. Or, work for a month at home to save up rent, come back here, get a job, and live in Cornwall over the summer. Either way, I have a beautiful home with beautiful people.
At home I’m going to save up money and work flat out, as many jobs as I need to work. Hopefully I’ll manage to save up enough to get some driving lessons and eventually a car, which will make life far easier. On Monday I’m getting the implant taken out, emergency contraception, and a prescription for the pill. On Thursday I’m going home, I’ve already applied for lots of jobs, and my friend’s giving me some money he owes me so I’ll be able to pay off my overdraft ^_^
Tomorrow’s my four month anniversary, and we’re going to eat Chinese food and devour icecream and watch film documentaries and lay in bed like slobs.
Now I’m going to go and make roast peppers stuffed with risotto.
I’m going to start working on my health too. I’m going to quit smoking by the time I’m 21, I’ve already quit drinking, and I’m going to try a pescetarian diet. I’m going to join the gym when I move back, and start cardio and weight training, because I want to be STRONG ENOUGH TO LIFT A BEAR. I’m also going to start surfing, rock climbing, and coasteering, because it looks badass. I’m going to swim in the sea and just try to be incredibly, shockingly, disgustingly healthy. I’m going to do more voluntary work, and more creative projects, and read my books for year 2 over the summer, and practice essays, because I’m getting out of here with a first, a production company and bitching CV if it kills me.