So relying on a generous and helpful companion, I am crashing in a house with five other students in a lovely house with Sky and lovely surroundings, not too far away from my own student house that I lived in over a year ago. God how time flies…
It was easier than I thought to pack everything, I planned it in my head for (the whole month of time my flatmate gave me, WHILST I was in Norway not being able to attend house viewings) that I was going to box it up.
So on the very first day I bought some (kinda expensive £9.99) Plastic boxes with purple lids, that stores quite a lot of stuff. And I stuffed SIX of them I put my clothes in binbags and gave away seven (!!!) binbags full of clothes, shoes and bags to the Salvation Army. I have way too much. I was sad of course, but I have been mentally preparing for it for a while. Leaving my home behind was hard and obviously I am guilt-ridden for having to store quite a lot of my beloved stuff in someone elses home.
Now all of a sudden, the choice of going to the army AND then Hawaii isn’t final, as it isn’t really easy to do all of this. I can’t keep my stuff at someone elses, I’ve GOT to put it in storage. So… NOW, there are more choices…. which leads to more stress, less sleep.
- Stay in London, move in somewhere in a house share, work really hard to scrape up for rent etc, continuing my slow paced acting career?
- Join the army for eight weeks and work at the local pub for christmas, to then go to Hawaii for three months in January?
- Accept my friends offer of help to get a job at her hotel, work up the money until January, frequently going to London for visits, saving up for Hawaii?