Just who do you have to screw...

to get a proper coffee around here! I've been here a few days now, I've still got stuff in bags that I don't even know I have, and stuff that I know I have and would like among it all, but it's better. I have all the bags to one side and at least for the most part there isn't debris on the floor. After 3 days of moving, mess, hangover, slowly pieces of my life start to come together, I get the computer hooked up, I go shopping for essentials like shampoo, food, coffee, milk, I push the bags around a bit so it all looks better, and finally, this morning I get up, knowing I have what I need to be a complete person again. I put on the kettle, put in the coffee, the milk... the sugar. Oh wait.. that wasn't sugar. I'm not a fan of salty coffee so I dumped it. Later on I discovered I did have some sugar, in one of the many bags off stuff I didn't know I had, didn't ask for and didn't want and takes up way too much space. Well at least there's tomorrow.

Settling in, doing stuff, not doing other stuff.

Getting used to this living in this new place thing, still a bit of a shambles but ya know... it gets better.

Doing a fair bit of stuff which in my case is "anything at all", involved with some interesting video thing, which I went to a rehearsal for this morning. Still working, studying new scripts (or meant to be) and doing tests for the new scripts.

And speaking of video stuff, and scripts, and doing stuff well more the not doing stuff.. what about all the stuff I said I'd do? Oh.. you probably don't know what I'm talking about.. well there was all this stuff I said I'd do. More acting.. get myself out there bla bla bla, make my own movies, videos, write stuff for movies, videos, etc etc etc. I kinda sorta planned for this month to be a big doing that sort of stuff month, or rather the point where I start getting serious and sit down every day and write something, or film something, and make a list of casting agencies and well a lot of stuff I haven't done. The moving got in the way, yes.. and I sort of forgot about it all but really.. Tuesday that was all done and though there is a lot to be sorted out and cleaned in here, I really haven't been doing so much of that either.

So.. at some point I plan to do all that stuff, give myself a schedule so I stick to it, or something like that. Soon I hope. I hope but don't expect. I probably should at least aspire to doing it properly.. if nothing else.

kay so it's done

Hand over of keys has happened. All the last fiddly bits with bills and whatnot done. Last few awkwardly shaped things brought home on 2 trams, lugged up 4 flights etc etc etc...

Phew!

Relatively painless it was. Actually I'd go so far as to boldly claim it was painless without any preceding adjectives. Kind of fun even. Well not the actual doing stuff bits but the being silly on trams and loudly making bad jokes while people sitting there alone look at us with the "you're being annoying but I'm way too polite to show it" kind of thing.

And I'm home. All stuff here. All over the place but all here. Now to put stuff in whatever place they're going to be going and er.. clean up this damn mess :Z

Don't mind really...

It "literally" will not end.

Ok, today. Woke up, but didn't get up, tho I wanted to do an early trip to move stuff.. just lay in bed listening to a dude get pissed off trying to find a belt that later turned out to be still in the other flat.

Got up.. milled around a bit, then set off, walked in rain across the park. Get to flat, take some heavy/awkward things, wait at tram stop in rain, run to other tram, get home, walk up 4 flights of stairs, realize I don't have front door key for this flat, it was separate from all the others and I left it in my regular bag which I didn't being. Go back to other flat, start cleaning, try to call dude who has stuff at the flat to get it. Finally get through to dude, keep cleaning, dude comes, doesn't want to take stuff, grumbles and whines, make some plan for later. Go back to flat with key.. come up, bring in stuff plus stuff that was by the door, check bank.. call dude, make plans to meet at other flat, go to other flat.... get together other stuff, awkward things that aren't carried easily.. call dude who isn't anywhere near and isn't going to be any time soon so go back home with stuff.

Let dude in like a minute after I've climbed the stairs.. missing opportunity to have someone help with awkward and heavy stuff up the stairs.. eat food dude got, shower, watch people at tram stop while showering... this bit is actually the most pleasant one of the day.

Run around getting crazy like a frazzled person because everything is in a complete mess and I can't find my clothes for work, or hair dryer and I need it because my hair will not dry before I need to go and it's freezing, though not raining anymore.

Get out of here.. get to tram stop to meet other dude to give key.. he's a bit late, have some other silly issue which results in me being late at the office.. rush to office, change, get lantern etc etc and go down to the Orloj.

People for tour.. a 3 hour tour.. thought maybe no one would come because it had been raining and it was freezing.. in fact I was hoping it, but I got 6 people, all one family.

It was alright.. nothing to write home about or indeed on a blog about, but not a disaster, and it was my first one of these tours so.. whatev.

Get at tram stop as my tram just leaves, despite being a frequently running tram it's just over 10 minutes before another one comes, is slightly peeves, and very cold. Get on tram along with many people including guy with guitar who sits and proceeds to play. Listen to music all the way long, and have Elvis song in my head played by some guy and random passengers on a tram all night.

Get home.. eat, relax do normal boring stuff, go to bed in enough time (hopefully) to get up early for handover of keys and last trip back with stuff..

and that's it.

Post post move...

I'm looking forward to the after post move.. or the post final move.. or whatever you want to call the bit when you've finally for once and for all cut the thread between myself and the old place. Mostly.. when every last thing is finally brought over here..

You know 2 of the best things in the world? Well.. one of them is an elevator.. one of those would be awesome. Another would be.. well it's not so much a thing as a.. concept, a state of being.. and it is, one single tram between 2 spots.. ie, the old place and the (now, moved in and everything) current place. With those 2 things.. life would be so much easier. Also.. a car, or a good friend with a car who's available, and some people willing to do all the carrying up and down stairs, (particularly in the new flat, barring excellent thing #1, the elevator).

Mostly it's all ok. We've moved all the heavy stuff. Got a groovy couch for free.. and a washing machine for cheap, which was taken up the stairs by some very kind elves.. but there's still so much stuff! And this stuff needs to be taken on 2 trams.. and sometimes you have to walk around the corner from one tram to another which is really annoying when you're carrying heavy and/or awkward stuff. If we do the moves in the evening, all of them are those annoying around the corner transfers, and.. the trams are less frequent.

Still more tomorrow.. and the final meeting to hand over the keys on Wed morn.. which in itself I'm ill looking forward to. And the place could well use a clean.. and I have like other stuff to do... some can be avoided or postponed but my very first Castle tour.. well.. that's another story..

Can't it just be Wednesday (after about 10 or whatever) already?

Happy May!

A new month, new place, new.. well, most other stuff is much the same. Oh.. I'm participating in a video project thingy.. it's small but it's something. And I'll be making another movie er... some time.

So I've moved. Sort of, spent last night in the new place and the kitty is there. still have stuff at the old, quite a bit actually so still shifting stuff over. And then of course there's putting everything in the places they're to go.. instead of just having stuff all over the place. On the one hand, we don't really have so much stuff.. furniture wise anyway.. so it won't be so much work. On the other hand, we don't really have so much furniture.. so it'll be a bit empty, and the stuff.. well, it'll just have to be put.. around. It'll be ok though.. the place is so much nicer than this one and it's been a super dump here for the last week or so as we've been moving things around and getting ready to move it all.. yeah I'm at the old place right now, packing some last few (well lots actually) things and the comp is here so I'm using it.. as I should be packing, actually.

*goes and packs*

um.. I will. I kind of wish we were past this bit already...

*yawns*

End of an era..

Well.. it's the last day in the ole place.. *sheds tear*.

I've had such wonderful times here.. and soon, it will be time to say the final goodbye, as we close the door on this chapter of our life..

well.. I mean, it's the last major day of moving sorta, technical moving day is tomorrow, and we hand the keys back on Wednesday, and as we've, strangely enough after all, got tons of stuff to move, though not much furniture, all on trams and walking, we might be coming back and forth for a few days still.

And the place is a dump actually... to be perfectly honest.

Moving.

I will be moving in a few months.. fun, isn't it.. moving. All that.. looking for a place.. going to see them, finding something not quite right about a place you really liked.. deciding on one, getting all that money together for deposit and all that.. packing your stuff, making sure you have everything and it won't break, catching the cat to put in a cage.. moving in, living with rooms full of boxes, getting used to everything.. freaking the cat out..

*sighs*

I think I'm too tired to go and look at this place this evening...

Things you learn when your man who you met online leaves his job, uproots himself and moves to Prague to be with you..

Cats are like alarm clocks with no off button, just snooze. And they can't set the time yourself it's done automatically, and they don't just stay where you put them, they run across the headboard and meow in your face while you're trying to sleep. But they're very cute all the same. Oh I forgot to mention he brought his cat.

Dammit, do I have to go through this again..

It's moving day. Well, it's not exactly moving day because I officially move out tomorrow. Well, not officially, the official day was the 9th but I wasn't ready and the landlord wasn't ready so...

I move out tomorrow, but I won't be moving so much stuff because I have (thank goodness) moved most of it already. In that sense moving day was today, because though I've been moving bits of my stuff slowly over the past week, it's been too small bits and too slowly (thinking I didn't have that much stuff really), so today, intending only to move one not too heavy bag in the morning, but bringing a bag that turned out to be actually quite heavy, leaving enough stuff to intend to go back for another trip during the day, I ended up going back and forth 3 times, with very heavy bags and an extra lamp, or not quite so heavy bag.

If you managed to make sense out of that rather long sentence, pretty much most of my stuff is here, the "office" where I am moving to. It's a long story and I don't want to talk about it, but I have not so much left in the flat, so I'll get up early, bring one bag of stuff including a small but still sort of heavy television, and meet with the landlord, give the keys, bla bla bla and come here for once and for all (yikes!) with a small bag of stuff.

And then figure out what I'll do next.

I feel empty

Stupid me woke up today feeling somewhat relieved, thinking that things might get better. The last few days have been rather awful. I was supposed to move yesterday, something I haven't been looking forward to. I told the landlord a month ago and said that a friend would probably take over the flat, and even though he decided not to, I haven't bothered to update the landlord on this. I also hadn't moved most of or hardly any of my stuff out, and a meeting in the morning with my future landlord after waking up feeling utterly shit, due to a night of partying in the "office" actually the flat I'm moving into, and discovering the devastation left by the partying, really didn't help.

But I got through it, met with both landlords, came to a reasonable agreement, and got this place (the aforementioned "office") cleaned up. So everything was cool.

This morning I woke up feeling somewhat relieved, thinking that things might actually get better. So I came in to work, (to the "office") and my friend and partner was in his room, slumbering away. Considering the scene I came across yesterday, this was positively favourable.

My feeling of serenity lasted a few hours, until the guy in the bedroom woke up and yelled some questions at me. First I discovered that his phone was gone, which is a pain but not such a big deal, and then he asked "do you have the camera?"

I didn't. I mean, I didn't take it with me last night, as I sometimes do. I looked around and it wasn't here. Neither the old olympus or the my new baby, the Fujifilm.

The details are pointless and uninteresting, and they don't change the fact that it's gone, gone and not coming back. My life is empty, nothing has any point anymore. Why oh why do these things happen to me?

I blame January.

Does that mean I'm a grownup now?

Well I finally have my own place all to myself! It's mine, mine, mine! I was kind of vaguely in a small way looking forward to this, to changing things around and making the place my own, having the place to myself and all kinds of new ideas for self portraits, but I just can't be bothered now. I just don't care, none of that shit matters. I feel alone, miserable and just, well, bla!

Now all I need is the cats.

I've come one step closer to realizing my dream. Yesterday I moved. Into my own flat this time. Finally after years of sharing I have my own place.

Actually though, right now I'm sharing it with someone for a short while. This is because the time I needed to move out of my other flat coincided (closely enough) with the time a certain person I know is leaving town.

And that will bring me yet closer still to my ultimate ambition of being a mad old spinster. For when he leaves on that jet plane, never to return*, I will be truly alone, with no one to love, or care about, or talk mindless nonsense with (someone cue the violins here please).

At least I'll have my own place, and now I can finally get some cats, and really, who need a man when you've got a kitten to cuddle:).

And of course it opens up more possibilities for better self portraits in exciting new environments. Oh yeah, I'm gonna have a whale of a time, (sigh).

*with vague ideas to maybe come back one of these days, but I'm not holding my breath here.