Of endings...
Dec. 16th, 2005 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynTonight myself, pierot, and the sainted ksirafai and wildrogue are clearing out 54 Acorn Walk. I give the keys back to the landlord on Tuesday.
It's an odd feeling. That place, for better or worse, was the scene of a lot of pretty major moments in my life. It's the place I recuperated after my breast reduction surgery. It's the place where a lot of my relationship with jez sorted itself out. It's the place where I got to knowrweishaar and discover that there was quite a lot more to him than the rather aggressive American I had met through Ginnie.
*ponders*
I don't think I feel overly sad about leaving Acorn Walk. In a lot of ways, it wasn't really a very happy house. It was a place of a lot of tension, with flatmates that didn't quite gel. It was a place where I went through a lot of emotional turmoil which didn't really make me a nicer person. It was small and cramped at times, with too many people trying to fit in under one roof, and with a lot of confused boundaries re: guests & friends. The emotional dynamic was, frankly, a bit like barbed wire at times.
I've got a lot more hope for 3 Queen of Denmark Court. It's got more space, I have somewhere that actually feels like my room (well, mine and jez's) instead of me being added to someone else's space, and the entire place is a lot roomier. I know I'm comfortable with Ryan and jez, and I'm fond of Tim and hope (*fingers crossed*) that we all settle into living with each other.
But it's still odd letting Acorn Walk go, and it is bringing up a lot of memories.
Ach. Onward. Cleaning. Tidying. And then the future. That's always something it is best to be positive about. I've actually got a lot of long and rambling things that I want to say about letting go of the past, and moving on to the future - I've got a New Year's Resolution all planned out - but I think Ginnie might kill me if I'm an hour late to meet her because I was bearing my soul to livejournal, and I fear Ginnie. And so, for now. I depart.
Wish me luck with the cleaning...
pierot, and the sainted ksirafai and wildrogue are clearing out 54 Acorn Walk. I give the keys back to the landlord on Tuesday.It's an odd feeling. That place, for better or worse, was the scene of a lot of pretty major moments in my life. It's the place I recuperated after my breast reduction surgery. It's the place where a lot of my relationship with jez sorted itself out. It's the place where I got to know
rweishaar and discover that there was quite a lot more to him than the rather aggressive American I had met through Ginnie. *ponders*
I don't think I feel overly sad about leaving Acorn Walk. In a lot of ways, it wasn't really a very happy house. It was a place of a lot of tension, with flatmates that didn't quite gel. It was a place where I went through a lot of emotional turmoil which didn't really make me a nicer person. It was small and cramped at times, with too many people trying to fit in under one roof, and with a lot of confused boundaries re: guests & friends. The emotional dynamic was, frankly, a bit like barbed wire at times.
I've got a lot more hope for 3 Queen of Denmark Court. It's got more space, I have somewhere that actually feels like my room (well, mine and jez's) instead of me being added to someone else's space, and the entire place is a lot roomier. I know I'm comfortable with Ryan and jez, and I'm fond of Tim and hope (*fingers crossed*) that we all settle into living with each other.
But it's still odd letting Acorn Walk go, and it is bringing up a lot of memories.
Ach. Onward. Cleaning. Tidying. And then the future. That's always something it is best to be positive about. I've actually got a lot of long and rambling things that I want to say about letting go of the past, and moving on to the future - I've got a New Year's Resolution all planned out - but I think Ginnie might kill me if I'm an hour late to meet her because I was bearing my soul to livejournal, and I fear Ginnie. And so, for now. I depart.
Wish me luck with the cleaning...
