Moving

In just a few weeks time I will be moving house. This is something I have been putting off writing about for a little while. I think part of me was trying to put off thinking about it due to the uncertainty of what I would be doing with my housing situation. However, now that I am finally writing about it here is a summary of the posts you would have read:

Post 1:
In which Stuart feels guilty for worrying about his living situation when his Scottish flatmate starts looking for a new job in England.

Post 2:
In which Stuart knows its only natural to worry about his housing arrangement but still feels guilty for not just being able to wish his flatmate good luck in his career advancement.

Post 3:
In which Stuart is asked by another friend if he wants to be his new flatmate and Stuart accepts, no longer feeling worried or guilty.

So now you are up to date. We’ve handed in our notice at our current place and soon my Scottish flat mate will be moving to England and I will be moving from Haarlem (now you know the town I live in at the moment the stalkers amongst you have only a few weeks to find me) to another town on the other side of Amsterdam. As a bonus there is even a complimentary kitty in the deal. No, my new flat mate is not offering a feline sacrifice. He has a pet cat.

It’s going to be a shame to see my Scottish flat mate go. It’s been fun sharing the house for five years and we have a few funny drunken stories. I’ve been friends with my new flat mate for just as long so I’m not worried about sharing a house with him. It might take a little while for me to stop feeling like just a guest though but it was the same when I first moved in with my current flat mate.

If our current land lord does not give us any hassle about moving out (there has been some damage to the house that is not our fault) the move starts next month.