Not moving

On Saturday I found myself a new flatmate. This is quite a relief as it means I don't have to move! It's not so much the actual day of moving that I dislike (I don't mind hard physical activity - though my days of regularly shifting eight cat traps at once through rock-wallaby terrain are over - and I get a weird satisfaction in cleaning things, though going back to clean the old place when all you want to do is organise the new place is a drag) it's the process of scouring the internet and driving about from one inspection to the next on weekends trying to find somewhere, then gathering up references and bank statements and copies of your passport etc and faxing them about to apply for places and trying to compete against all the other people

I'd never met this girl before, and living with a random stranger was the situation I'd planned to avoid, but she comes highly recommended by friends and knows quite a few people I know - and so it not all that random. We had a good chat on Saturday morning, she seemed nice and mature, a committed Christian, and there were no signs of a PAM (potential axe-murderer) :). Something else I am rather excited about is that she teaches art and photography, so I am hoping that she inspires me and maybe even teaches me something - or at least sends out some kind of vibe which helps with New Year's resolution number 7 (I think it was 7) of resurrecting creativity. She also asked me if I'd mind if she brings plants. This is spoken like a true hypocrite, because I had one plant and it died (it was actually doing very well until I shifted it to our western facing balcony, whereafter it instantly went yellow and slowly withered away), but something about people who like plants and keep them alive pleases me. I might even replace my dead one.

So, I am thankful that I don't now have to go on a mad scramble to find somewhere else to live before the end of the month and shift all my wordly goods.