Initial panic

Ahhh ‘the beautiful life of a student,’ my old friend.

Life right now is about as planned as, well, something that is very unplanned. Fantastic description there.

I am now back in Chester and still house hunting and job hunting. It seems all we seem to do these days is hunt, and thankfully we’re not reliant on our hunting skills because we would be well and truly dead by now.

‘We’ is referring to my housemate Becky and I. The plan is still for the two of us and housemate number three, Amy, to stay up here and officially say bye to our student roots in the year 2011.

As you can tell by the beautiful punctuation and general flow of this blog my mind isn’t really in gear.

Being back here is weird and we are not talking about losing car keys and finding them in the car door weird, but more like the notion that something is missing.

Our little Victorian house is quiet and apart from the odd sticky note marked ring so-and-so regarding job A. it is the same as it was two weeks ago.

Having spent last week working at a paper down south my drive to become a journalist is in full swing and whenever I spot a newspaper I have to read it. Gluten for punishment clearly.

We viewed our first house yesterday but the more we see the more problems arise. Firstly because the three of us are not related we have a small issue of multiple occupancy laws, this means lots of three bedroom places around but very few tenants happy to lease them to three female friends not including the ‘ex-student’ bit.

We have all roughly agreed that come August/ September we will be up here, if not sooner. So I guess that is progress.

The biggest issue is discovering a personal trait that until recently I was unaware I had. Impatience.

Not having a house is upsetting seeing as in exactly six days we are kicked out of this one.

This means if we get an interview for the end of next week we have to come back and fork out for accommodation, and so the cycle begins.

You can’t really have one without the other, which ever way you look at it. But now is a case of grabbing bulls by the horns and pointing the animal in the direction of a career and a penthouse over looking Central Park…a girl can dream!

So safely locking the fear of the unknown away and giving Pandora the key, the life without university begins.

All that’s left to do (apart from find a house and a job) is to find a way to sum up these past three years. Maybe I’ll leave that for the next blog.