Limbo, everybody limbo …
I’ve moved, huzzah!
My room is gorgeous, I have all of my belongings strewn across it and haven’t actually seen any of my new flatmates since I got here (weirdly enough, the minute I leave my old flat, I gain a busy social life).
And now I’m just waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting … waiting for either gainful employment or a rejection letter so that I can pack, unpack, order shipping boxes, book flights home,
buy a new wardrobe. It would be nice to have some certainty.