Back to the Ms Independance thing

So after the complain complain complaining. I will have to discuss the fun side of things before I start wondering why I moved out. (It is however much easier to blog reams and reams of complaints than praises)

I actually really enjoy having visitors. I have pride in being able to serve them food and drinks from my own stash on my own crockery with my own cutlery.

I enjoy the way everything looks when it is all tidy. Even tho I have to spend so much time cleaning up.

I enjoy that the space is all mine and I being alone it it is cool - I can slouch on the couches and space out if I want. So the couches are noisy and the fridge leaks and some of the cupboards smell funny but it is under my care and so I take ownership of it. I wouldn't say I am a neat freak (I am an anti-decomposing-stuff-neat-freak tho)

I enjoy planning what I am going to eat every night. This is no student home. my cupboards are stocked.

I enjoy that my bedroom is not my study and that my chocolate has a shelf of it's own in my cupboard.

I enjoy that I can have bacon and eggs for supper.... Actually making supper is fun. It doesn't always work. but sometimes it turns out just fine. I make oven baked macaroni cheese the other day. And beef stroganoff last night. and they were both DELICIOUS!

I am actually pleased that my mother taught me how to throw meals together. I made a mince stir fry bolognaise vegetable sauce affair on rice the other day - it was awesome and completely obscure in ingredients. (let's not talk about the cabbage soup tho....)

I enjoy making pudding... Jelly Rocks.

I enjoy making coffee (altho I don't get to do the fancy peculated stuff often)

In general it is the exploration of the Independence that is good. Having the control over my time and space.

I have wondered if I am borderline agoraphobic with my anxiety induced by crowds... I really don't like people crowding me in. hence the love of my big space... hmmm

Hump day is here!

So the other thing that has changed by moving out (the first thing being cleaning all the time) is that I no longer really wanna go out. I have no desire to be cruising the city in the evening.

I have spent the past year going out to eat at restaurants at least on a weekly basis and even before I got around to taking the moving out seriously, I was getting the feeling that restaurant food really isn't that great.

Now as I have my own kitchen and my own stuff and my own stove and fridge. (you getting the idea right?) All I want to do is play with it! Eating at home is much cheaper anyway and you don't have to deal with bad service, over sized portions and things not arriving as you expected them to be. (I once ordered a cheese and tomato tramazini expecting a fancy cheese and tomato sarmie and got a super flat supper chewy cheese and tomato paste flavoured pitta bread - yuck). Now at home I can eat what I want. (this does occasionally result in rich food heartburn or some edible but obscure results - cabbage soup is not for beginners)

Yes, I attempted to make cabbage soup. But as I am lacking a blender and a pressure cooker... the final result was more like a vegetable stew/gravy with meat flavouring to thicken it. It was none the less delicious and warm :)

Along the same anti-social vein. I used to go to movies a lot. As in every Wednesday kind of a lot. Now with having Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings prescribed to activities (does a boyfriend count?). I really only have Wednesday and Thursday evenings to call my own. and after running the Fri-Sat-Sun-Mon-Tue gauntlet, I usually arrive home on a Wednesday drop my bags, shut the front door and go "aaaaaaaah - that front door is not opening until after breakfast tomorrow!" - and then fulfil all my dreams of a extremely comfy slipper-ed homely evening at home making dinner and chillaxing (possibilities of bubble baths too)

And so yes. I have a quiet little social life when I can.

I realise now that this is ridiculous to say because as quiet as things are when I can make them that way... I haven't done any reading since I moved in. I have stopped reading! 24 year old Frank does not like the non-reading 25 year old Frank. boooo! How could I have stopped reading?

It is a very sad state of affairs.....

Next post will be less complaining and more fun-ing... barring any irksome events...

How it should be

Just keeping with the house keeping theme....

For the record, Ironing Day is Sunday evening usually. Basically ironing day directly follows GoVisitParentsWithABasketOfDirtyClothes day...

Wooow is it that late already?!

So I haven't really said much here lately. Especially since so much is happenign with moving out of home and turning 25 and all and all and all.

Ironically the thing that I should be saying the most about being moved out of home is the very reason I have not been blogging:

Being independent is very time consuming!

My average day runs like this:

• alarm goes off
• I oversleep
• I throw some clothes on, some toast in my mouth and a cheese sarmie and some fruit into my lunch bag and rush out the door.
• Decelerate slamming the door while checking I have my house keys and car keys - because if I lock my house keys inside the house... I am screwed.
• Drive to work - this takes anything between 35 minutes and 90 minutes. (I usually check email in the heavy sections of traffic and give people the impression I am already at work ... genius!)
• The next 8-ish hours - Do Work
• Travel home from work usually after rush hour
• Stop off at the shops for groceries/cravings/whimsy-s
• Go home
• Unpack goods/bags/tight shoes
• Cook dinner
• Eat dinner
• Wash up after dinner
• Clean kitchen floor after the wash up

By this time it is usually going on 9 or 10pm and I am exhausted (and probably soggy - I am a very enthusiastic dish washer.)

And as I start most mornings with a deep regret of sleeping late, this time of night is not really a good time for starting new activities. Usually I wander about my little palace tidying up random things and debating whether to watch another episode of House/Dexter/Bleach or to read a book. I am ashamed to admit that teh book doesn't win that arguement very easily.

And then as teh rest of the evening flies away, I make acquaintance with some soap; check all the doors are locked; switch off the lights and love my pillow.

And all this is teh quiet days. Some days I fit in a Brownies meeting between work and home and other days I fit in Bible Study in a similar time slot.

so in general I am finding all this cooking and cleaning and tidying and making homing gets very very busy and is very time consuming...

don't even get me started on weekends....