The Big Move...

I wake up and I want to die...not just a little bit either. My head is pounding and I feel like I’ve eaten several cotton-wool balls, my first thought is oh my god I have to be in work, then I remember it’s a Saturday, I’ve not been irresponsibly drinking on a week day and I’m suddenly feeling very pleased with myself. Then it dawns on me, like a black cloud promising apocalyptic hail storms, I have to move into my new apartment today...oh and I’m booked in for a bikini wax in 10 minutes.

Whilst cursing loudly I drag my sorry ass out of bed and make it round the corner for one of the longest and most painful experiences I’ve ever had. I couldn’t close my eyes because the room span so instead I lay there feeling very sorry for myself and wishing that I’d found somewhere where they weren’t so thorough...and more importantly wouldn’t take so frickin’ long. I make it back to the temporary hotel lodgings at 11, of course I was supposed to be leaving the hotel at 11!

After hurrying my sorry backside up to the 9^th floor and battling with a number of other suitcases also desperately trying to leave at the same time I finally made it and was on my way to my new home, just 30 minutes later than I should have been. With just a few moments on the rather short journey where I wondered if I would make it in one piece I disembarked with my new flatmates (Roomie, Stud and Chinese) and met Mr Dad (not my real dad obviously), the guy who will be our general flat administrator and all round encyclopedia for the next 6 months.

After the misery of the morning it was a relief to finally have somewhere to call home. And wow it’s huge! I was expecting a poky flat, no it’s got more space than anywhere I lived in London, probably double some of the places! I am sharing a room which is a shame but luckily my roomie is lovely. We have a spare bed in my room and a gigantic stuffed monkey called Marley due to his dreadlocks and hat...I love him.

After moving in Mr Dad took us out with a number of others for brunch with unlimited alcohol for $18...Through a number of bloody marys my hangover was gone and by 7pm I was asleep on my sofa for the evening.

The Lobby



My hangover cure

  

The moral of that story is don't drink kids...

XOXO