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...
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...
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