Background music: Get back up (by Silent Partner)
The countdown has well and truly (most definitely – just so we’re clear here) begun.
It is moving week, oh glorious ones!
Quick recap (or long-story-short) for those who are new here, or don’t have social media (IG friends, I apologise – I'm more than sure you’ve heard a variation of this many times over…please feel free to skip), or do have social media but have missed my (sometimes panicked, sometimes excitable, sometimes terse) updates:
We (that is, the boy and I – I'm not referring to myself in some strange third-person-esque narrative) are moving to Sheffield (from Nottingham, in case you weren't sure of that part either).
And what will we be doing in Sheffield, you ask? Well, the boy has got himself a (hot) spot on an MA (that he’s very excited about), and I'm going to be working.
More of that…now.
As of this moment I don’t have a job, and I'm not really sure when I’ll get one (note: being positive – I didn't say if I get one…turn up for the books). Main reason being that it is me doing the searching, and I have no idea what I'm looking for (“surprise surprise!” sighs everyone who knows me).
*Lists things I like*
(this here is a piece that some call stream-of-consciousness, whereas I call it chuck-thoughts-down-on-the-page-ness)
(specifics? Twitter. Instagram. The former for more in the moment thought-chucking), the latter more deliberate, delve-deep sharing)
(the majority of whom I have found via the above combined)
(face-to-face – if you’re asking my preference, that’ll be over cake – or via the written word in any and all the forms)
(because it’s marvellous to be able to support people doing their shizz)
(on foot is my fave way to do so. Preferably in wellies along a beach, or in whatever trainers I own – sort of – over a mountain, but it’s ok if not. I suppose)
(kind of goes hand-in-hand with the above, because I'm normally exploring in nature)
(Did I mention eating cake?)
(and by that I mainly mean local, again – who doesn't love learning about where they live?! Just me?)
(and I’m throwing dancing in, too. And music, to dance to. So, smiling whilst dancing to music. Prince, if you’re asking)
Listening to people’s stories
(because, friends, there is nothing on this earth more fascinating than you. Even volcanoes, moonwalking (of either kind), jellyfish (hmmmm, wait…), and things like that)
(I know, I’m moving up North. But, it doesn’t hurt to be optimistic, does it?)
And so, yeah – if you can figure out a way to tie all that together, and point out a theme, or a ‘I know what she’ll be good at!’ role, that’d be marvellous. I’ve kind of got as far as: smiling whilst dancing outside in a field, in front of a castle, wearing a poster that promotes the local-produce-stocked café inside (cake), encouraging people who walk past with let’s-get-to-know-each-other-chatter to head inside and eat (cake), whilst tweeting about how good the food (cake) is, and writing words on a secretly-stashed pad of paper (or, my phone, more likely) that’ll be later turned into a blog post to inspire more people to visit and/or eat local (cake).
Back to the moving-week story.
The next 5 days will mostly be dedicated to packing all the miscellaneous bits and bobs still hanging around that we don’t necessarily need but are sure we can find reasons to keep (a piece of bubble wrap that isn't large enough to wrap around anything? It’ll come in handy for stress relief, hurrah!), eating what’s left in the cupboards/fridge/freezer, bar the basics we’ll be taking with us (you guys, we already know we’re going to be buying frozen pizza and fries on Saturday to have for dins because we’ll FINALLY have a working oven – although, saying that, I hope they haven’t switched the leccy off…), making a few last-time trips to things I want to see (probably Wilkos for pic n’ mix), and quite literally counting down the minutes (6929) until Saturday morning when we head out to pick up the van, ready to empty Eric-the-motorhome’s insides into it, before doing the final ‘do we need this?’ unpacking from our room in halls (monstrous green wall, be gone!), and waving goodbye to the past three years.
(She says, through clenched-thanks-to-the-nerves teeth)