Greetings from the new apartment!
Moving was an ordeal. We had to pack up everything, and move it downstairs, then move it into the truck (thankfully, the man was nice and let us put everything in, instead of having to carry some of it through town), and then we had to carry it up to the new flat. And then we had to unpack it all. We were so exhausted by the end that we didn't even use our brand-new kitchen on the first night. We had fish and chips from a nearby shop instead. It took us a full two weeks to finish all our laundry and get it sorted and put away, because we washed everything we own (and because I have a lot of clothes, even in spite of leaving half of them in California). Also, the place hadn't been cleaned at all when we moved in, which wasn't great. I did a deep-clean over two days (minus the bathroom, which needed professional help), and now it's all gorgeous and sparkling. It's a sweet little flat, and every day, I'm grateful that we get to live here.
Emily's dad and step-mom came to visit us over the weekend. It was fun, but beforehand, I was so stressed and anxious, and I really felt physically sick. But we got food, and more importantly, alcohol, and everything became much less scary once we were all a few drinks in. I mostly stuck with wine, though I did switch to Bloody Marys by the end of the night once we were all back home, and it was nice to not be the drunkest in the room! Emily said the visit went over well, and they both seem to like me (she said I'm now the favorite child of both her sets of parents 😂) so I'm really relieved. And I think they've finally gotten over thinking I'm quiet and shy. Not that it really matters-- I mean, it's pretty funny, all things considered. But now they seem to have a better idea of who I really am, so I feel like they can whole-heartedly approve (or disapprove) of me.
One of our friends is coming over on Thursday. I'm really excited to see her, but I'm also concerned, because she's just gone through her first "real" breakup, and she seems, well, broken-up about it. She's the sweetest person, who honestly deserves the world, and her ex was so annoying (none of us liked her), so it's probably good in the long run, but I hate seeing her upset like this. I just hope we can make her some nice food and coffee (with a heinous amount of milk) and we can cuddle and watch horror movies and listen to folk music and sea shanties. I'm not good with breakups either, but at least I've had significantly more experience than anyone else in our friend group, so I sort of know the drill. And I'm a damn good listener, if I do say so myself!
Gosh, I wish we had some celery. I made a soup, and it's simmering away in the slow-cooker now, smelling absolutely savory and amazing, but it would have been so much better with the proper ingredients. We really don't have much of anything. Emily doesn't get paid until next week, so we currently have about fifty pounds between us. I'm literally more financially destitute than I was in middle school. Moving was so expensive! I've been keeping a cheap menu, and we haven't bought anything we don't need, but it's still hard to pay for everything on one furloughed salary. I really hope I can get a job soon. Now that I sort of know what's going on with my university, it will be much easier to apply.
Oh, right. I didn't say. Due to everything, really, I'm going to have to take another semester. However, since it's not cheap, I'm going to take a leave of absence and save up money. During that time, Emily and I will get married, so I'll be a UK resident, and I can pay the domestic tuition (much cheaper than international tuition) and apply for financial aid. I'm trying to keep my head up and not be too despondent, but it's hard, and I'm genuinely terrified to tell my mom. She's going to be so disappointed in me. I haven't even told Talia yet, which goes to show you how bad it is. I think right now, I'm still processing, and still half in denial. I know everything will turn out for the best, or at least how it's meant to. My life has a trajectory, even if I don't know it yet. But in the meantime, it's really hard not to fall into despair. At least I haven't had to sell my hair and teeth to provide for my young daughter who's being used as a servant for some crooked innkeepers, though, right? It could be way worse.
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