Back to “normal”

I noticed today, for the first time since the chaos of July 1st that everything seemed “normal” again.

Nothing has felt normal since long before the move. Back then, normal was sitting in my room, two floors up watching planes land into Leeds Bradford Airport while smoking big fat doobies. Normal was waking up to the sounds of Kieran’s music (or Half Life deathmatch). Normal was spending almost every hour in front of my computer achieving absolutely nothing while smoking big fat doobies. Normal was feeding Charlie at 3’oclock in the afternoon.

Now everything is different, yet it seems strangely the same. Now normal is waking up to the sound of CJ coming home from or going to work (that boy works such odd hours). Normal is getting at least one undesired phone call every day. Normal is spending at least half of my time in front of my computer, achieving something at least 50% of the time (the other half of my time is spent eating). Normal is thinking of Charlie, but not missing the white hair that gets everywhere.

I guess it’s because all the ever present “normal” things have come around. We have had phone and electricity bills; we have direct debits; our stuff now lives in cupboards and drawers and not boxes; we have the internet; we have a parking permit; we’ve met the neighbours; we have had our house warming partay. Yes we are truly settled, and everything is normal.

The smoking ban

After I moved out of my old house on Royal Park Grove (good bye and good riddance! though I will miss the views of the sunset) and into our new flat on Kelso Road I decided to give up smoking. I am now living with my cousin, Cj who doesn’t like smoking at all and to be honest it is an all round good idea.

I thought at first it might be hard, but it turns out that moving house is an excellent strategy for giving up! As I found myself in a new environment, with my computers in bits and all my stuff piled around me in boxes, I really didn’t feel like lighting up. This is the first and most important step, breaking the routine and replacing it with a new one. I took up eating instead!

So now, even when I have my computers, my music, my movies and my lighter at my finger tips I do not want to smoke. I gave up on 1st July, over six weeks ago. Since then I have been much more happy, motivated, coherent and generally with it. Perfect timing for the year ahead where I will need every brain cell and every muscle working flat out to finish my degree!