I'm not actually moving out, but I'm leaving my room and moving into Daniel's. It sounds like a big step, but it's really no change in lifestyle; we'll just be saving money by splitting the cost of one room instead of two.
Our other two housemates are moving out, too, though, since both are nearly thirty and want to live on their own or with their significant others. I guess it makes sense at that age. So we're actually on the search for three new people altogether, meaning we'll have five people sharing one bathroom until I move back to Boston in March.
And look, I thought I'd be panicking by this stage about having to leave, but I'm looking on the bright side. I still have a full third of my time left here. That sounds pretty good--much better than, "I only have two months left here." I already know that Daniel and I are gonna keep this relationship going long-distance when I leave, and we'll see what happens from there.
Work at the children's charity has intensified, and I can't say that it's incredibly thrilling or based on work that I could do my whole life. It certainly beats not having a job at all, though, and once we're past this particularly huge task there, I'm sure I won't be as frustrated by it.
I haven't given up hope in finding one more production gig, at least! Even one lasting just a day or a week would be ideal.
In the meantime, with already to months to go, I've started looking into jobs back in Boston. It isn't looking particularly promising for the film industry right now, especially if the Screen Actors Guild votes on a strike in March. But I've applied for one television job through my college's Career Services department, which is a start, anyway.
On Thursday, we went out to see Avenue Q, which closes in March! It's a great musical--second time I've seen it--and Daniel has the soundtrack, but had never seen it live. It's being replaced by Calendar Girls, of all things, and I don't think I'd be tempted to see a musical version of that.
(A musical bound to be amazing, though: Sister Act! It opens in May, so I'll have to come back and see it. Gah, great childhood flick, that one.)
We're also plotting a trip to Bristol to visit Daniel's friend Rowan during the first weekend of February. I've never been there, and the only reason I've been tempted is because Aardman Animations (which make Wallace & Gromit) is based there; no, they don't do studio tours. I'm betting it'll be a good weekend away, and I'll let you know what it's like.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy 2009!
I can honestly say it started off with a bang. After a really lovely Christmas with Daniel's family, two of my friends came into town for New Year's. It was a little exhausting keeping them entertained for the week, but we had a good time.
We wound up going right into central London to see the fireworks on New Year's Eve, which is akin to going to Times Square, so we pushed and shoved our way through a massive crowd of crusty people, and then by midnight, everyone was treating us like their best friends.
It was a little magical for me, as cheesy as it was. Last New Year's, I was in Texas, sitting alone, watching the London fireworks on the BBC's website, wishing I could be in London for 2009. Then I made it--I met a goal, in a way--with two good friends here and a fantastic guy to kiss at midnight (first time ever). I loved it.
(Our regular kebab place near Tottenham Court Road upped their prices by £2 that night, but it was worth it!)
In the meantime over the last couple of weeks, I've gorged myself on some other amazing food (Christmas dinner from Daniel's sister, and a huge New Year's roast that Daniel made), while discovering an appreciation for pear cider and a distaste for Christmas pudding (glorified fruitcake):
Another thing that I learned over the holidays is that tattoo studios are really hit or miss in Camden Town--mostly miss, as it turns out.
The studio I initially visited is considered one of the better ones in that area, but the artist I'd spoken to about my design is gone until March. The remaining artist barely spoke English. When you have to translate your idea through another employee, it ain't good. My friend Caitlin even backed out on getting her tattoo there, and I trusted her judgment, since she's gotten two tattoos before.
The other day, I checked out Frith Street Tattoo and felt much more confident about their competence. It helped to be able to speak to the artist directly and know that he was on the same page. I booked an appointment for February 11th, so I'll let you know how it goes!
We wound up going right into central London to see the fireworks on New Year's Eve, which is akin to going to Times Square, so we pushed and shoved our way through a massive crowd of crusty people, and then by midnight, everyone was treating us like their best friends.
It was a little magical for me, as cheesy as it was. Last New Year's, I was in Texas, sitting alone, watching the London fireworks on the BBC's website, wishing I could be in London for 2009. Then I made it--I met a goal, in a way--with two good friends here and a fantastic guy to kiss at midnight (first time ever). I loved it.
(Our regular kebab place near Tottenham Court Road upped their prices by £2 that night, but it was worth it!)
In the meantime over the last couple of weeks, I've gorged myself on some other amazing food (Christmas dinner from Daniel's sister, and a huge New Year's roast that Daniel made), while discovering an appreciation for pear cider and a distaste for Christmas pudding (glorified fruitcake):
Another thing that I learned over the holidays is that tattoo studios are really hit or miss in Camden Town--mostly miss, as it turns out.
The studio I initially visited is considered one of the better ones in that area, but the artist I'd spoken to about my design is gone until March. The remaining artist barely spoke English. When you have to translate your idea through another employee, it ain't good. My friend Caitlin even backed out on getting her tattoo there, and I trusted her judgment, since she's gotten two tattoos before.
The other day, I checked out Frith Street Tattoo and felt much more confident about their competence. It helped to be able to speak to the artist directly and know that he was on the same page. I booked an appointment for February 11th, so I'll let you know how it goes!
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