A spring clean isn’t the half of it. Who knew we had a chicken nugget graveyard in the back of our oven?
We had to give the keys back to our flat today (hence the silence on my part for the past few days) so my fingertips are now red and sore from bleaching and scrubbing and hoovering and doing all the hard work that you have to do before returning your home back to your landlord. I was amazed at the amount of rubbish I had accumalated over six months, and how much dirt builds up in that time. Our oven was horrendous, and at times I wished I was a witch so that I could charm the mop to clean the floors of it’s own accord!
Emma and I have laughed and cried this weekend (and one of us was sick after too much New Year’s fun!) but it’s finally done and I can return to a bit of normality. After all, as long as I have a plug socket and words flowing to the tips of my fingers, I’m OK, right?
So what does the New Year mean to you? I love the cleansing feeling you get of being able to shrug off an old year and relish the chance to rise like a pheonix from the flames and embrace all the new starts that this time of year gives you. I know Saturday turning to Sunday was just the same as all the previous weekends that have flipped over, but I love the blank canvas feel of January and all it has to offer. Although, if it could be a little less grey I would greatly appreciate it.
I am back living with my Dad and his wife for a few months, and as much as I was dreading the return (I hate to feel like I’m going backwards) I love the comfortable feeling of being in my bed, in my home and knowing that people are here to just give me a hug or make me a cup of tea if I have had a rough day. I’m going to miss living with my best friend and the freedom of coming and going as I please, but there is something reassuring in being home and not having to take too many changing factors into your stride. The new job starts tomorrow and I hate being the new girl, so the nervousness of that is assuaged by the comfort of knowing that it’s over 50% likely the milk in the fridge isn’t mouldy, there is a man in the house in case of a rampaging spider incident and if my alarm fails to go off for whatever reason I will probably be woken up nonetheless by an adult, rather than arriving twenty minutes late to work looking like a caveman has knocked me over the head and dragged me back to his cave to be his wife.
What are your resolutions? As well as Operation Kelly Brook (my endeavour that happens this time of year to shed a bit of weight and end up with a body like that) I intend to do something unusual once a month. Something that I wouldn’t normally do. These tasks include: more weekends visiting places in England (Bristol, Cambridge, Manchester), going to the zoo (I heart the monkeys!) and I would like to try indoor skydiving. I just think that I need to embrace what the world has to offer me, and this year is my year.
2012… I’ve been expecting you.