First blog of 2011! Ignore the fact that I never blog....
So since my last entry, I have moved out of my home in Lucan in order to be closer to college, and to avoid that whole mess of 2 buses in every morning, and then sleeping on someone's couch to avoid getting two buses home again. Much as I liked staying with other people it was beginning to take its toll. Add to that the amount of 8:30 am lectures we were presented with for 3rd year and BOOM! Edel needs a place to live!
So after a lot of looking around, I'm now set up in a lovely little bedsit in Rathmines, Dublin. For those of you who don't know what a bedsit is, its basically a room with a bed, table, kitchenette, toilet (if you're lucky) etc....its a whole house crammed into one small room. Not everyone's cup of tea, I grant you (mmmm tea...)but I adore it. I find it hard to leave sometimes, probably not a good thing, living on your own can be dangerous! I find myself sometimes avoiding people because I'm so used to my own company now. Ah well. As long as I don't develop a multiple personality disorder, I'm guaranteed a peacful, argument-free zone in my little room.
There are so many bedsits in this building, about 15 I think, and I have no idea how many people live here. Of the few I've come across, many of them seem to be fairly quirky. There is the opera singer upstairs from me who randomly bursts into arias at the top of her lungs, regardless of how early or late it is (luckily she has a lovely voice). I'll admit that once or twice I've joined in with her. I'm not sure whether or not she hears me when I do, if she does I hope she never meets me because I have the feeling that she would be incredibly freaked out to think that I sit down here, listening to her...creep!
There is also a strangely reclusive woman living downstairs. Many times I've seen her open her door, peek out, and then retreat as soon as she sees me. Odd.
Finally, there is the man who I saw through the window as I was coming in the gate. He shouted hello to me and I replied, all very normal, nothing unusual about the exchange at all... and yet, I haven't seen him since. Not that strange, you might say, he could have just been visiting someone, BUT anymore when I come in the gate I look up, and cannot seem to place the window he was sitting at. Two explanations: either I dreamed it up, or this house is haunted. Eep!
Never a dull moment.
