The Man with No Time

I really, really hope that this is the last part of this post series. At least for this particular house move. Because I'm fed up, and I'm not sure what else can go wrong. 

Well, moving still sucks. This whole process is really starting to take the mickey; I naively thought that it would be relatively simple, but I'm starting to realise how lucky I was with all of my previous moves. Each time I had people to help me, and I was moving in with other people so there were bodies around. This time it's a completely different story, and I'm starting to get a bit fed up. Admittedly it's only been a week since I got they keys, and a busy week at that. It's also been stressful.

Moving still sucks. But at least I now have the keys to my flat! It's taken long enough for me to become immensely frustrated though - it's not like I moved down here over two weeks ago, or applied for my flat almost a month ago or anything... There's been a lot of waiting around for people to do things over the last two weeks.

Last week I finally decided to do something about my living arrangements for my new job, and go flat-hunting. Yay! I just love looking around for somewhere to live <\sarcasm> The first choice was whether to go for Coventry of Leamington Spa. When I was an undergraduate at the University of Warwick I stuck to Coventry, and after some deliberation and research decided to do the same this time around. I wanted to stick close enough that I could cycle to work, didn't particularly fancy dealing with the traffic getting to and from Leamington at rush-hour, and the prices in Leamington seemed to be a little higher. So Coventry it was.

Today was a said day. I've spent the weekend packing up all of my stuff, and today I moved out of the house that I've lived in for the last three years.