My 60 Pound Day
The morning I moved into my room: I picked up my (now clean) clothes from the laundrette and later found 3 intact (now clean) 20 pounds English in the pocket of the jeans I put on. I bought bedding and hangers, organized my effects, and am now writing at my desk. I went to grocer's called Fruit Heaven around the corner from my building and to a supermarket and made myself a healthy dinner and drank a litre of cranberry juice.
I miss Justin a lot (babe - I found my mouth guard and have it in right now) but I'm drawing and reading and keeping my head busy instead of mooning. Some mooning is okay though.
Here are before and after pictures of my bedroom:
There is a fat yellow cat that is clean, soft, and friendly who greeted me at the door of building and followed me up three flights of stairs. To reward him for his loyalty I stopped to pet and coo at him every few steps. He reminded me of a mixture of Arthur and Duke, as fat as Arthur and colored orange tabby like Duke. Irresistible! I'm going to name him Justin.
OK I promise not to write something like that on this journal again - I don't want to gross y'all out. But I really am going to call the cat that.
I'm really loving walking around to do stuff. All the shops (for bedding and groceries) were within one block of me so I went on three trips (lunch, bedding, groceries) around the neighborhood. My flatmate Daniel told Justin that this is a working class neighborhood so a lot of the people are local. But Daniel is the one Scottish person - the others are Spanish, Italian, English, and Australian. There are actually a lot of Muslim and black people in this neighborhood with Scottish accents so I must be in the right area.