Clean, Organized, Unsettled
So today I came home from my job intro session to find a woman cleaning our apartment. This isn't all that strange, its her job. It is just a bit disconcerting to have someone cleaning for me. I don't really like it, it makes me feel like a slob. So of course when I opened the door to my messy and somehow smelly room, I felt a pang of guilt.
Just a note on the smell. It smelled when I arrived and I have no idea why or how. I am a pretty clean person and generally, when I have places to put everything, have no trouble keeping tidy. Right now is an exception as I have nowhere to put some things so said things end up on the floor. But I digress. She explained why it was smelly: the girl who lived here before never opened her window! So, I went out to buy some things, couldn't find coat-hangers but picked up an accordian folder for my miscelaneous papers and a citrus-y smelly thingy at tescos to remove the musty smell from my room. So by the time I was back my room was clean, my stuff having been moved from floor to chairs so she could hoover. I organized my papers, and now feel a bit better about the whole unsettled thing. I am going to buy some drawers so I can put the rest of my things away, and hopefully something to put on my wall (am eyeing a hanging that is at the store up the road, figure I should bite the bullet and go buy it) and this place will finally be home.
I still feel very unsettled, as the excitement of new people fades away and I am left without my close friends and none here yet. I am growing frustrated with the group thing, the security of the crowd is not something I've ever gone in for socially, and I'm hoping to pull some people away from it all over the next while and see what we are all doing here.
Now procrastination is in full swing, so I think I will go upstairs to reclaim some mugs before I come back down here to read. Read read read.
On an aside, we couldn't find the party last night, but did manage to find out that the bar down the road has a strange number of cute bartenders. Especially one, dubbed Scorpio, who enlightened me as to his future schedule. According to Nil he looked like an Abercrombie Model, what with the longish hair and baby-face good looks. Hey, there's a reason I got called Mrs. Robinson.
Just a note on the smell. It smelled when I arrived and I have no idea why or how. I am a pretty clean person and generally, when I have places to put everything, have no trouble keeping tidy. Right now is an exception as I have nowhere to put some things so said things end up on the floor. But I digress. She explained why it was smelly: the girl who lived here before never opened her window! So, I went out to buy some things, couldn't find coat-hangers but picked up an accordian folder for my miscelaneous papers and a citrus-y smelly thingy at tescos to remove the musty smell from my room. So by the time I was back my room was clean, my stuff having been moved from floor to chairs so she could hoover. I organized my papers, and now feel a bit better about the whole unsettled thing. I am going to buy some drawers so I can put the rest of my things away, and hopefully something to put on my wall (am eyeing a hanging that is at the store up the road, figure I should bite the bullet and go buy it) and this place will finally be home.
I still feel very unsettled, as the excitement of new people fades away and I am left without my close friends and none here yet. I am growing frustrated with the group thing, the security of the crowd is not something I've ever gone in for socially, and I'm hoping to pull some people away from it all over the next while and see what we are all doing here.
Now procrastination is in full swing, so I think I will go upstairs to reclaim some mugs before I come back down here to read. Read read read.
On an aside, we couldn't find the party last night, but did manage to find out that the bar down the road has a strange number of cute bartenders. Especially one, dubbed Scorpio, who enlightened me as to his future schedule. According to Nil he looked like an Abercrombie Model, what with the longish hair and baby-face good looks. Hey, there's a reason I got called Mrs. Robinson.
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