On Your Radar

Moving Out and Moving On February 5, 2010

I have butterflies in my stomach, but not because I’m in love, because I’m not (at least not anymore). I have what I like to call the bug of change. If you are, like me, a person who likes a change every now and then, whether it’s just re-arranging the furniture or changing the colour of your hair, you will know what I mean by “the bug of change”. For those of you who still have no clue; something is about to change in my life and I’m really excited about it.

Fair enough, not all change is welcomed with open arms. In fact there was a change a few months back that I despised with all my heart (at that time). And not all change always turns out very well, though this recent change I’m speaking of has turned out to be a blessing in disguise. But most change for me is very welcome.

When I was a child I used to change things all the time. One month I needed to re-arrange the furniture in my bed room. Next month we had to paint a wall a different colour, next week it was my bed frame’s turn to be painted. One year I collected everything to do with turtles the other year it was Winnie the Pooh.

I guess in this respect I have only changed because I change things less frequently. But I do still welcome these changes with the same level of excitement as I did when I was seven. So without further ado: I’m moving into my new house share on Sunday and I’m really excited.

My new house is two stops closer to city centre than where I lived before. The neighbourhood is gorgeous and very safe. It’s on a bus route to my favourite gym where I can go back to my yoga classes. And it’s in the same postcode area where I used to live so I can stay with my dentist and my doctor. A bit of practical info there, but hey it all adds to the greatness of my find. On top of that I’m paying a bargain price rent (which I’m not naming).

I’m a little sad to be moving out of my friends’ place though. I’ve really settled into a routine living with them, and am very comfortable here. But on the other hand, it sort of feels like I’m not taking care of myself yet, so I feel the need to move out and move on. They’ve done so much for me and don’t know if I can ever thank them enough. Pancakes tomorrow and a mix CD when I leave should make a decent start I suppose.