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Weekend Plans

Saturday, March 8th, 2014

It is Friday afternoon. I haven’t achieved anything of any economic worth since I walked into the office six hours ago. I have written a meandering, fruitless piece about ‘Home’ but it isn’t what I want it to be and it severely lacks a conclusion. I went for a walk in the sunshine; that was nice. And I found out a guy I share my office with worked (and danced) with Alison Goldfrapp. Very cool. But that’s about it really. Not the most productive day. Having said that, I don’t think Fridays at work are ever productive. When I worked at Curtin, my co-workers and I would bring out the wine and cheese at 4pm having had an extended lunch break and a lot of general chit-chat throughout the day. At the Co-Op, no one would call and ask for IT support after 2pm on a Friday. So really, I have achieved a lot today. I feel better now.

The weekend is almost upon us which should bring joy to my heart and a spring to my step but this weekend isn’t shaping up to be a great one. I have two main tasks to complete in those 48 hours, neither of which spark much excitement or happiness.

Task #1. Pack everything I own into boxes in preparation to move apartment. Woo. I am trying to lessen the pain by reminding myself that the last time I moved it was much worse. Last time it was from Paris to Manchester and I had to send everything by post plus cart two suitcases and a backpack to Gare du Nord, onto a train to London, then walk to Euston Station, then get onto another train to Manchester, before wedging everything onto the back seat of my cousin’s VW Beetle and carrying it all up a flight of stairs to her spare room. Now that was FUN. This time I am moving two blocks away and my cousin, Caroline, is providing me with the services of herself and her car. And there are lifts.

But who likes packing? I have put a few things in boxes but every evening this week I have returned home with good intentions of packing EVERYTHING but then convinced myself that I may need to use each and every item that I own sometime between now and Monday and if I pack then I will just need to get it back out of a box. So it has come down to this weekend where I will have to take a no-excuses attitude and just get it done. I am gaining some enjoyment from the fact that I am packing my things into boxes branded with Salt ‘n’ Vinegar, Char-Grill Steak, and Sweet Chilli flavoured crisp packets. I asked my local Sainsburys if I could have some boxes and the manager left a note for the unpackers to ‘leave 4-5 crisp boxes for a lady named Jess.’ I’m not sure why crisp boxes are the best for apartment relocations but they are working out well.

Task #2. Run 18 miles. The time has arrived for me to do my longest training run before the marathon and a sports store that is sponsoring the marathon (Up&Running) have organised an 18 mile practise run on Sunday. As running 18 miles on your own is really, really boring, I have decided it is a good opportunity to do the run and not fall asleep in the process. I am actively avoiding converting 18 miles into kilometres because then I will have a far better understanding of how far I will be running and then I might cry. Best to just whack on my shoes and follow the crowd.

So basically my weekend is going to involve a great deal of pain. However, in between all of this I am also going to watch my friend Nat play roller derby (which is probably even more painful than my two activities combined) and eat food. So I guess it isn’t all bad.

Happy weekend, everyone!

365 Days Left

Friday, January 31st, 2014

Yesterday (30 January) marked one year until I am to be kicked out of the mother country. For awhile there I thought my Visa would expire two years from my date of entry into the country but apparently not. I have been gypped 29 days of British residency because I planned in advance and applied for my visa before I really needed it. Damn you, Home Office.

It is remarkable how much of a difference knowing that I only have a year left makes. For the last month I have been toying with the idea of going back to Australia early as my inner need to settle, build nests, grow roots, get a mortgage and spend the rest of my life paying it off reared its ugly head. Now that I have reached the ‘One Year Left’ milestone I have switched modes and am now fretting about what to do next and how to make the most of my time in the UK. I can feel a list and a count down calendar coming – every day I have to do something new/fun/exciting/ different/dramatic/scary/boring. That’s easily achieved and will make me feel like I haven’t wasted yet another year ‘finding myself’ by running away to a foreign country. Good plan.

So yesterday to celebrate the milestone, I worked all day. Brilliant. However, to add some excitement and festivity to the day, I did the one thing that I know will always bring happiness to my day – I ate food. I tried a new recipe from Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall’s brilliant cookbook Veg Every Day. Hugh’s recipes never disappointment me and his spicy carrot and chickpea pitta pockets were brilliant. Butter, cumin, carrots and chickpeas – happiness wrapped up in bread.

Mmm… tasty.

Mmm… tasty.

I spoiled myself with a sticky toffee pudding for dessert, on special from Sainsburys. While my inner food snob tells me off for enjoying supermarket puddings, it was really good. And I have another one waiting for me in the fridge for another night.

Not bad, Sainsburys. Not bad at all.

Not bad, Sainsburys. Not bad at all.