Last week flew past me. I’m feeling super settled in our lovely little apartment now, but it has been really weird moving away from home for the first time, so here’s a few things I’ve learnt in my first week.
I’m a Terrible Cook.
Really terrible. I knew I wasn’t very good at cooking when I lived at home, but I thought I would at least be able to throw something half decent together- I can’t. I appreciate cooking takes a long time to master but like all skills: some people just don’t get it, and I fear I’m one of those people (for now I will blame it on the fact we didn’t have scales so I had to guess measurements…).
You Have to Buy So Many Random Things.
Even staying at a fully furnished apartment, we were missing loads of random knickknacks and gizmos we didn’t even realise we use all the bloody time- and they’re weirdly expensive for what they are. Kitchen scales, cheese-grater, shower curtain, a ladle, one of those vegetable steamer things that goes over the saucepan??
What would we do without IKEA?
Oh and condiments! Bloody hell. Salt & pepper shakers, spices, ketchup, olive oil, soy sauce, the list goes onnnnnnnnn.
Days Feel Much Longer.
I’m getting so much done- it’s madness. I do miss my morning routine of eating breakfast while watching shit TV with mum (for what felt like 15 minutes but was actually two hours). And you wouldn’t believe how much more time you have when you don’t have dogs. I’m pretty sure I spent over half my time at home playing with the dogs- I really miss them though, they sadly don’t understand FaceTime.
The Highs are Higher but the Lows are Lower.
I’ve been really enjoying living here. I’m loving city life- it’s so convenient. Bath is beautiful and work is a million times easier here. I’ve had days where I’m overwhelmingly happy but they seem to have been balanced by overwhelmingly sad days. I don’t feel like I’m finding it difficult to adjust, I felt settled almost immediately, I just keep having really down days where I struggle to do anything. I’m hoping it’s just because it’s such a big change, and it will get better over time.
I Don’t Feel Like an Adult.
I thought everyone felt like this but Sam said he feels like an adult so now I’m worried. I feel like a child. I don’t feel immature in the slightest, I just feel like I’m not a ‘grown-up’. As if someone’s going to turn up at our door and be like “Come on Chloe, stop messing around, time to go home”- Since when have I been old enough to rent an apartment? Bizarre.
I’d love to know- what did you learn when you moved away for the first time?