Monday, February 08, 2010
No man to maybe man
All I can really do right now is wait and see whether they make changes to the Highly Skilled visa.
That may happen in April.
I can’t sit around anymore waiting, in this depressed cocoon of hell, so instead I’m doing this:
Getting rid of all my stuff.
1) If they make the changes, I want to be able to move quickly. All this shit is weighing me down. If I haven’t worn it/looked at it/used it for 6 months, it’s going.
2) It’s working towards the move. It’s pre-empting the universe will help me sort this all out.
3) It’s therapeutic. Spring cleaning and throwing out material possessions will make me feel better.
4) It’s streamlining my life.
I can’t live like I’ve been living lately, and I think if I organise everything around me, that’s a start.
Scrubbed my house from top to bottom. Maybe it’s the Mr Muscle fumes, or maybe it’s just turning my house into a clinic, I don’t know, but it’s better than lying on my couch feeling sorry for myself while reading books on how to live in London.
I got rid of - wait for it – fifty pairs of shoes yesterday.
My mum’s delivering them to charity for me. They are shoes in my spare cupboard that I haven’t used in ages. I might’ve had a shoe addiction problem, yes, definitely, but now with only 25 pairs left, now I’m almost normal.
The rest I’m leaving to fate (if there’s such a thing), to fall into place.