Shuffling into my new apartment with bags piled on top of me like a pack horse, I looked around the barren room and sighed. well, at least there's no mould? I think I'll redecorate another day. Moving away from my family was a big decision but I'm so glad that I've done it, it's a new me and hopefully a successful me as well.
Placing the bags down in the centre of the room, the first thing that I need to get out is my work clothes and necessities. Toothbrush; check, hairbrush; check, toothpaste ;yep, fluffy slippers, and PJ's; yes!
Now for work, uniform; check, now for trainers; ...no. Crap.
Man, now I have to go the store and get new ones, I knew I'd forgotten something. Grabbing my keys, I headed out of the door albeit in a less than great mood. It didn't help that the stairs sucked as well, I guess they haven't fixed the lift yet either since the attacks.
I counted the steps going down, ugh 110 steps
"why the heck did I get this flat" I quietly questioned myself. Now now, you know you wouldn't have gotten a better flat for this price.
nearing the edge of the sidewalk, I gazed throughout this metropolis of a city, trying to find some sort of shopping district. I must've looked like a complete idiot, being 5"2 I had to tip toe to see over the sea of heads. But still I couldn't see anything, eh why not ill walk up the street and hope for the best.
It was a pretty weird experience seeing as I have lived a rural life beforehand and had never seen so many cars or people in the same place. It was like looking at a moving collage full of colours. I 'm glad I had moved here, this job will be my making.
Back to the matter at hand, I still need to find a shoe shop. I know what you may be thinking "duh there's shops everywhere" well let me tell you, I'm in an alien city here, I have no clue what the heck is going on.
After my shoe hunt, it was around midday and I was getting a little peckish. (now I have a basic bearing of the city)
I decided to grab some lunch and make my way home to prepare for my shift tonight. The sandwich was a little disappointing but it's what you get for being cheap. Weaving back to the flat complex that I now must learn to call home, I stepped on the curb and grudgingly started the climb back to my flat.
107, 108, 109,110 phew I counted breathlessly until the last step.
Ugh never again. that was a trek and a half, the landlord (Gerry) really needs to fix that damn lift.
Returning to my living room that is currently housing all my stuff, I threw the sandwich packet in the bin and rummaged for my kettle. I know I shoved it in the kitchen box but the problem was that was at the bottom, damn why is life such a task.
It was around 5o'clock now and I should start to get ready to head to work, taking a shower I finally had some time to relax after a stressful day. I had moved all my belongings in their correct places and the flat is beginning to look less bare now. Sighing as I let the warm water rinse over me, I thought of what work was going to be like. would they like me? Am I competent enough for the job? most importantly can I make a difference?
