Relocating, no matter where you are moving to is stressful. Finding accommodation, crappy landlords (thats another story), arranging new banks, utilities, phones, shipping, finding furniture, learning where to food shop without spending a fortune, finding where to eat and drink all needs to be done -its no wonder one month in and I have already been struct down with a stomach bug. The difference here is that living in 80% humidity means that no eating means no going outside unless you want to feel like you have the worst hangover ever.
That aside, we have been pretty busy this month. I had my first Chinatown meal (think takeaway but no synthetic taste), I went to Yoga class, group Reiki, walk 14km round MacRitchie Reservoir and Matt did the one thing he couldn’t do back home – got me to an Arsenal football match!
Hopefully this weekend will see us picking up keys to the new pad (The Don Draper one).
On reflection I am ready to leave our temporary accommodation Tree Tops. It has been comfortable while we have been here but I am ready to move on. Staying in a hotel has made the last month feel like a holiday and it will be good to take control and get in to a regular routine. This last week has confirmed we made the right move not renting a more ‘resort’ complex as the pool has slowly gone from being a creche to a zoo. It has also confirmed that despite all my moaning, now that I don’t have to work, I need to work. I can’t be idle, I need to do something productive and be a little independent.