Right this second I’m laying back, relaxing in my friends snuggle chair in her living room. This has preeeetty much been my permanent position every evening for the last 2 weeks. I’ve been house sitting while my friend and her fiancé have been off on a Caribbean cruise. I know, I’m major jel too and I’m defo gonna look ridiculously pale when they’re back tomorrow.
The first couple of days took a bit of getting used to. I still live at home with my parents so am completely used to coming in after work with dinner almost ready, and mum still does all my washing etc. Love ya mum <3. They’ve obvs been on holiday and left me to fend for myself before but as I’m actually in someone else’s house I felt a little bit more of a responsibility.
The main reason being that they have a dog which I had to get up, let out and run around with first thing every morning. At 6am. IN THE FREEZING COLD. You know how cold it’s been the last week or so right? Yeah. Not fun. Also loved how he shredded a whole newspaper across their garden and basically ate the plastic lid to his food. Thanks Oscar.
I’ve also had to cook, clean up, wash all my clothes, hoover, the list goes on… But luckily I do have an amaze boyfriend who loves to cook so he helped me out, the babe, but he wasn’t round every night so I had to *shock* make myself dinner and food for work the next day once in a while. And I ain’t no chef.
But once I’d got myself into a routine I was fine. And totally felt like *bitch got this*. I was buying toilet rolls, making dinner, putting the bins out. I even had my parents over for breakfast one Sunday morning. I am an actual, civilized adult. Well apart from the fact I may have killed their house plant, totally a grown up. Awks.
But now I do really, really, really want to move out. I know it’s definitely not achievable right now because well, money. But it’s made me want to save even harder than I already am so that it wont be an eternity before it’s possible. Of course I can’t wait to go home and see my parents and my dog, but I loved the feeling of being completely independent and free. And no-one asking me how much longer I’m going to be in the shower or washing up a glass I’m still using. Like seriously, who does that!?
Here’s to hoping that this time next year I’ll be almost there.