Life as A Gypsy

Today I had some unsettling news from my flamate. I suppose you might say it was inevitable really. Just as I am beginning to really settle into my life here in London, and I've been in my flat for nearly two months, my flatmates break up and announce that they are potentially (probably) moving out in a few months.

I get where the universe is coming from on this one. I've only moved twice already this year, and approximately 5 times in the past five years, so I must have some sort of deep abiding love for the process of packing up all my belongings and going through all the hassle of changing my address and forwarding my mail and paying damage deposits and hiring trucks and vans, yes? NOT.

But it's as if somewhere out there somebody perked up and said, "What's that, Amanda? You've been living happily in your flat and intend to do so uninterrupted for the next 8 months or so??? That just can't be right." And so they've thrown a little excitement in.

Time will tell what the best option will turn out to be for me. As has been the case in the past, I am in a situation where I would most like to do nothing but am probably going to be forced to do something. Namely stay in my flat and probably take over the lease or find a new room to live in in London and move all of my things there. Both of these options make me irritated; it's hard to say which one more so.

If my constant nomadic behaviour has taught me anything I suppose it would be to adapt fairly quickly to my surroundings. Eight weeks in my flat and I feel as though I live here, my life is here. It's funny because I could never have imagined myself as such a transitory being, but I think it does me good, at least for now. Everything that I really need, I have, short of being an ocean away from my family and friends. And either way this current situation works out, I know I will take it in stride, it just may mean taking on a little more responsibilty or putting in a little more effort than I was hoping to.

So like a true gypsy I will see where the wind takes me in the next few weeks and let any relevant parties know if a change of address is in the works....I apologize in advance if you will have to scratch out my 6th or 7th entry from your address book. What can I say, I'm practically a wandering minstrel at this point...