Ah, yes, the question most of the people I know are asking themselves today is, 'Where am I?' This morning I moved out of my wonderful house in Cardiff to move back in with my parents for a short while. The recession and unemployment has taken its toll on me and my friends and, as a result, a few of us are unable to stay where we've gained our independence in the last couple of years.
I love my family dearly but I never imagined I'd be moving back in again. Everything I own is now in boxes and bags and currently taking up half of my parents' living room. The unfortunate thing about my bedroom here is that it's the size of a shoebox and, having gathered together enough stuff to fill a house over the last four years, there's a problem. Where will my stuff go? The answer: Most of it's heading to the shed. I don't mind this but it's going to take time adjusting to living under somebody else's roof.
Most of all, I'm already missing my boyfriend, who has also moved back in with his parents. He used to live one floor below me; now he's on the other side of the county. :-(
I can see a lot of reading, blogging, and writing happening while I'm here. I just don't want to be caught up in any arguments. It would be nice to eventually leave here without my parents thinking, 'Thank God.' A 9-5 job would suit me perfectly - it would get me out of the house and avoid too many confrontations.
On the reading front, Where are my books taking me this week? : Well, I'm floating back and forth between Sweden and England. Half the time I'm on a poor estate in Sweden, watching out for a psycho killer while befriending a very strange girl next door who only comes out at night, while the other half of the time I'm at the Tudor court, watching Elizabeth I take charge of her country and Robert Dudley attempt to steal her affections.