Tomorrow Tomorrow And Tomorrow

So tomorrow I get the keys to my new flat that I have never seen and don't even really know the lay out of. If it is more spacious and furnished than a concrete cell with a straw bed and filing cabinet as a wardrobe, then it is a step up form the past year. I feel a little apprehensive about moving in and getting sorted. What if I don't like it? I trusted my friend's judgement implicitly. Maybe not a wonderful plan. I also don't really know one of my flatmates. Also an issue. But you know our warming date is set and I am trying to figure out what to pack into my car tomorrow morning as I write this. C'est la vie. Either way, I have a nice bedroom in a townhouse flat in Edinburgh. I shouldn't really complain all that much now should I?

Another day, another diary.

From one city filled with life and memory, we move into another: Edinburgh. My semi-permanent home town. One thing about writing my blog in Delhi about the ridiculous minutiae of my life, (I imagine there is more than one post about when I got up and what I had for breakfast), was that it has gathered together a mine of information. An archive of not only the daily grind, but also some of the most exciting things I have ever done and would almost certainly have forgotten, at least in some part. So here I am, armed with macbook and a new camera. Be afraid.

I have two days left of Drumchapel and employment, and then tomorrow night I go to get the keys to my new flat. I haven't seen it. I can't wait to see it.