I've moved, but I'm sure you all guessed that. The house is very different from what I'm used to. My last two days have been the hardest so far. I'm trying to get into some kind of a routine, but it's a routine in a place that I'm not yet comfortable. When I first moved in my room had leftover stuff from the last person who lived there. There were two tables on the side of the room, a drum, and just random rubbish in the corner. There are also bunk beds on the side of the room. Catherine and I moved the single bed into my room, but it was basically just smack in the middle. So the state of my room contributed to my not feeling comfortable. It certainly didn't feel like home my first two nights. The colour of the room didn't help either - I'm not sure if I've mentioned that the walls are a semi-dark lilac and the floor boards are bright blue.
Everything that could go wrong has - the shower broke, the washing machine locked on me, my wardrobe bar broke, etc. It's just been a tough couple of days. I've felt more out of place within the last little while than I have my entire trip. It's not only the shock of things being different and being out of my element. It's getting used to living on my own as well.
Having never lived on my own before, I'm struggling a bit with the independance aspect. I have to pay for things, I have to make myself food, I have to do my own laundry. These are all basic things, but things that I haven't really done properly before. It's not that I can't handle it, it's that I don't have my mom to talk to about it. I miss her more than anything right now. I've really just got to have a proper cry about it and I know I'll feel better.
When I came home last night from dinner (Thai restaurant in Manchester), my room had been fixed up by Catherine and Sarah. The tables were gone, the furniture was rearranged, rugs had been laid, the wardrobe bar was fixed, and lights had been strung along the bunk beds. I can't remember the last time I had someone do something like that for me. The girls said that they just wanted me to feel at home. And that night as I sat up in bed reading I really did feel like there was nowhere else in the world that I would rather have been. I was comfortable and happy - even the colour of the walls and the bunk beds weren't bothering me.
God will take you when you are at your lowest and pull you back up when you feel like you can't keep going. Just when it was getting a little too hard exactly what needed to happen happened. I feel rejuvinated and, above all, at peace. This trip so far has been blessing after blessing after blessing. I'm not going to go on a great big religious rant. I'm just thankful beyond words. For everything.
posted by Lisa @ 11:20 AM
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