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hey, so: i moved house yesterday!
during the snow shenanigans i sorted out my offer, deposit and contract, and yesterday i hauled my stuff to the new place and i’ve been unpacking since. well, no, not since. dad and i dropped off my stuff before going to visit one of my aunts who lives 15 minutes away. i knew she was close, but i didn’t know by how much. i’m far enough away to not have an helicopter adults in my life, but close enough that i can pop in on a sunday, and potentially see my cousins and their families on occasion. these are cousins that are older by a stretch so I don’t see them as often as the others, so it’s a good move.
dad dropped me back just after 4, and i spent a couple of hours putting clothes away, and sheets on the bed etc. put a shoe rack together! found my make-up! tried and failed to move the bed! in between, i started the task of letting people know i’ve relocated. some people knew already, but i get a little paranoid when new things happen and i hold off sharing news. i’m the same with new jobs; often i don’t tell people until i’ve started.
this morning i’ve been sorting through the remainder of my stuff, organising things to my liking whilst waiting for sainsbury’s to open so i can pick up some food. i’m living with the landlady, but she’s away this week, so it’s just me for now.
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for my first night in london i... went to the theatre, obviously. i’d had it booked for a long time, but only recently realised what it was i was going to see (it was helpfully listed in my calendar as ‘play’).
i went to royal court theatre to see girls and boys, a 90-minute performance by carey mulligan that flips between the story of the narrator’s marriage and memories of the narrator interacting with her children. it’s anecdotal and funny, and sometimes absolutely shocking. mulligan, who is in general Very Good, is fantastic. the character has this sort of cockney/estuary mix, and she’s centre stage for most of the telling, hip-cocked, hand in pocket, other hand gesturing as she tells this story. pointed, and jokey, and absorbing. i don’t know if i was on board with where the story went, but it was very, very good.
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this week: kaveh akbar is in the uk to promote calling a wolf a wolf; teaching a colleague how to crochet; hamilton matinee on thursday; macbeth - which absolutely bombed in previews, so who even knows what that’s going to be like - matinee on Saturday; R O M E.
please don’t rain please don’t rain please don’t rain
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right, a few more bits and pieces to put away, then out for some fresh air. then i can mooch around to my heart’s content the rest of the day.
during the snow shenanigans i sorted out my offer, deposit and contract, and yesterday i hauled my stuff to the new place and i’ve been unpacking since. well, no, not since. dad and i dropped off my stuff before going to visit one of my aunts who lives 15 minutes away. i knew she was close, but i didn’t know by how much. i’m far enough away to not have an helicopter adults in my life, but close enough that i can pop in on a sunday, and potentially see my cousins and their families on occasion. these are cousins that are older by a stretch so I don’t see them as often as the others, so it’s a good move.
dad dropped me back just after 4, and i spent a couple of hours putting clothes away, and sheets on the bed etc. put a shoe rack together! found my make-up! tried and failed to move the bed! in between, i started the task of letting people know i’ve relocated. some people knew already, but i get a little paranoid when new things happen and i hold off sharing news. i’m the same with new jobs; often i don’t tell people until i’ve started.
this morning i’ve been sorting through the remainder of my stuff, organising things to my liking whilst waiting for sainsbury’s to open so i can pick up some food. i’m living with the landlady, but she’s away this week, so it’s just me for now.
—
for my first night in london i... went to the theatre, obviously. i’d had it booked for a long time, but only recently realised what it was i was going to see (it was helpfully listed in my calendar as ‘play’).
i went to royal court theatre to see girls and boys, a 90-minute performance by carey mulligan that flips between the story of the narrator’s marriage and memories of the narrator interacting with her children. it’s anecdotal and funny, and sometimes absolutely shocking. mulligan, who is in general Very Good, is fantastic. the character has this sort of cockney/estuary mix, and she’s centre stage for most of the telling, hip-cocked, hand in pocket, other hand gesturing as she tells this story. pointed, and jokey, and absorbing. i don’t know if i was on board with where the story went, but it was very, very good.
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this week: kaveh akbar is in the uk to promote calling a wolf a wolf; teaching a colleague how to crochet; hamilton matinee on thursday; macbeth - which absolutely bombed in previews, so who even knows what that’s going to be like - matinee on Saturday; R O M E.
please don’t rain please don’t rain please don’t rain
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right, a few more bits and pieces to put away, then out for some fresh air. then i can mooch around to my heart’s content the rest of the day.
