||[Sep. 5th, 2005|01:29 pm]
Monday’s here again. Three weeks and one day to go until I finish up here. Ohyesohyay.|
Friday night mum came over with Italian for dinner and I started the cleaning and packing process.
Saturday dad came over and took me househunting, a mad dash through the inner west to see as many properties as possible, then a pub lunch at what may be my new local, the 3 weeds in Rozelle.
Sunday was job hunting and dinner with old fling, B. He works for cabinet now so we talked politics and he made me feel pretty and entertaining and intelligent again, rather than ugly, stupid and selfish. Which was nice.
Now it looks like I have found a cute little one bedroom third floor flat up the road from my place, for $100 less a week. No more studio shoebox living, no more houseguests shagging while I’m asleep (or feigning sleep), and hurray for instant debt reduction. I want to get ready to buy a property one of these days. It’s right near the light rail so I can be a yuppie and travel to work on the tram every day. I hope I get it.
And, I’ve decided to start bellyrobics which is apparently an aerobicised version of belly dancing.