Another flat, another flatmate. Though since I haven’t known this one for a few years, it’s a bit more … interesting. So far, flatmate seems pretty cool – well, as cool as an Accounting student can be. –cheeky grin- I’m going to be here until at least 31st of May next year, so that means no stressful flat hunting or tiring junk moving until then, at the earliest. Phew.
The flat itself is awesome. It’s actually in the East End of Glasgow, rather than the traditionally student-y West End, but it’s a really nice part of town. Good sized bedroom, bathroom all to myself, massive living room/kitchen which, best of all, since it’s a fifth floor flat, on a hill, surrounded by smaller buildings, I can see right across the south of the city from it – only slightly marred by the fact I can’t see the Clyde, too much in the way . It’s a pretty nice view, the picture really doesn’t do it justice;
It’s no further than a couple miles from Uni, and I walk at a fair clip, so I can probably cover that in less than half an hour, when I’m back at Uni in September. Hopefully meeting up with a Uni pal or two in town tomorrow, so I’ll be able to get a trial run of getting into the city centre from here. We’re hoping to all get together and go down to Alton Towers for at least one night, but given we can’t all find time to get together and discuss when we’re going, it’ll be a miracle if we actually make it down there.
Of course, it’ll still take me a couple of weeks – at least – to sort everything about the move out – if my experience with the last flat is anything to go by, it’s going to take at least a couple of months to get Glasgow City Council to accept that I am, in fact, a student, and my flatmate is, shock and horror, a student, so they can piss right off with their council tax. It also doesn’t help that the energy company who were supplying me at Sutcliffe sent me a final warning to pay a bill… despite the fact I hadn’t received any bills from them. That might be Royal Mail’s fault, it might hae gotten lost, but ugh, I’m going to have to phone them up and try and get it through to them that they will get their money, just not quite on time.
Awcht well, I never thought this whole being an adult thing was going to be easy. It’d be nice if it came with a manual.