As usual, I have been distracted. Sorry. I could keep making excuses about how time-consuming making postcards and writing letters is, but it makes for mildly tedious blogging. I will instead note that one has arrived back - hoorah! Just one, though. Aaaand I still have more to send out. But Mum just sent me a bunch of photos from my past that I can use. Good going.
As for the rest of my life as a 28-year old, it's a bit of a rollercoaster. My band keeps getting booked for gigs and then the venues turn around and say "oh sorry, actually we're total jerks. Would it be ok if we didn't pay you/ closed down temporarily only to reopen in just enough time to make you freak out about your transport and accommodation / decide to change the date of your gig because we've decided to do some repairs? Cool!" Seriously, screw you music industry.
Our lovely old sharehouse in Stanmore is disbanding after 2-ish years. It was great while it lasted, but I'm so fricking excited about actually living in a house alone with my husband that rainbows might fly out of my eyes. It sucks for our savings plan and our budget has just gone out the window, but I don't care much. It's going to be super awesome. The next month's worth of house hunting, however, perhaps not so awesome. We're looking at a couple of places this week and hopefully it will all be over relatively quickly and painlessly. Time is of the essence, as we're due to be out of there before July.
It's slightly annoying that I just sent out a bunch of postcards with my old address on them, but that's what postal redirection is for, right?
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