Interesting things are always around…
Autumn is still here, but it was already snowing (not sleeting) in Central London last night.
The new place to stay is colder than the city centre. It snowed more in that area. I was staying in the old flat to clean, so I didn’t have the chance to see. According to Alex, when he was walking to his workplace, he saw the snow remained thickly, blanket over everything this morning.
It will snow more this coming winter, I guess. I remember there was not much snow last year. And all I can say is that the weather is getting more unpredictable.
From sunrise to sunset to the next sunrise, we made multiple trips between our old and new flats moving all our stuff. We had to climb up and down stairs for both flats located on 4th floor – the lift in old flat did not work well.
Once during the night, it felt like we were involved with a gruesome murder. All the prerequisites were there- 4am, light rain, dark clothes, dark suitcases, tied-up garbage bags, big boot and a black car. Adventurous, if I may say so.
Luckily, thanks to the daylight saving adjustment, we earned an extra hour on the car rental. And we managed to grab a McDonald’s breakfast in our last trip.
I remember the day I arrived in Glasgow, I was only carrying a big suitcase, a small suitcase, a laptop bag and a handbag. But now, after a year, we had to make a few trips to move our stuffs. (Though the trips did include a bed from Futon Company and furniture from IKEA)
In conclusion, I just don’t know why I have so many things now. I swear I didn’t buy a lot of junk….
Uhm… maybe I did.
Sadly, (or happily?), I am moving again to a place nearer to Alex’s office. I can no longer walk to Oxford Street. Our landlord offered us another month, but that was after we paid the registration fee for the new flat. Also, it is difficult to stay at a place where the contract is offered on monthly basis. Furthermore, the rental for the lovely small studio is a lot cheaper and Alex will also be able to save on the season pass.
My friend told me that it is be not cost-efficient to keep moving around. But, given a choice, who would want to move around here and there? In the beginning, I moved into this place because I had no permanent place to stay after I came back from Belgium. I thought of trying my luck in this city and signed a short-term rental contract. It was so much easier too – no fuss about registration and references and things like that.
Anyhow, I am looking forward to moving. The size of the studio is about the same size of the living room and kitchen of this place, but on the flipside, it is modern and new, located in the town centre and merely 2-3 minutes to the train station. It is also unfurnished, but after calculations, it is still a better deal even to get our own furniture than to rent a furnished flat for 10 months. After all, it is only 10 months that we are going to stay there. After that, we will be moving back to Glasgow again.
And since I will need to wait for the internet connection in the new flat, I will not be able to go online for the first few days.
People create because the things they want didn’t exist. New things come from non-existence.
Often there are things that we have not realised and have not created; but they are there. Intangible concepts – thoughts, souls, feelings, and ideas are present, but can’t be felt with any of the five senses. This is personified by the bubble, a thin liquid envelope that contains globular vacuum – nothing, but something. Empty, but filled. Absent, but present.
Ever heard about the story of how the master asked his disciple to empty his cup before asking for knowledge? That is the lesson that is always applicable to every moment in our life – “if we empty ourselves out, let go and cease to hold on to our views, the truth will come to us”. Therefore, nothingness is the precursor of creation.
After some discussion, we came to the conclusion to call a new project the “exquisite bubble”, – a sharp and intense carving of absence via the layer of “presence” on the bubble. The process of genesis will be revealed someday – I will be waiting expectantly.
I posted lots of photos recently because I refused to think, using stress as an excuse. Now, I am finally willing to write again, after pushing all thoughts away during the past few weeks.
I have not managed to secure a job yet. I am feeling intense pressure, panic and frustration because starting my training this month had been crucial to the schedule of this year. The duration of the training is 10 months – the later I start, the later I finish. I didn’t want to meet anyone at all throughout this period, assuming that I will have to sit through conversations I’d rather not hear from friends, all of which have started their training. The same things happen whenever I see Alex. He wakes up every morning at 6:20, while I can still linger under the duvet – the only bright side of the whole situation. Then, I spend the rest of the day facing the laptop, cleaning the house, doing the laundry and the dishes, eventually culminating in preparing the evening meal while waiting for Alex to return. This whole housewife lifestyle has at least made me realize that I don’t want to get married so soon, or at the very least having my own career.
I attended quite a number of interviews over the past months, but nothing worked out. So many choices became my eventual nemesis. I became arrogant, leading to poor performance in each interview. So what? I had “others”. This indecision, greed and overconfidence led to my downfall. When I finally realised the extent of my mistake, I had only one interview left. And it was sick irony that I did my best for the last interview, paying attention and giving my best effort like no other, and then securing the job, only to find out it came with pathetically bad conditions, one which I finally had to reject.
Anyhow, thanks to Tristyn for breaking the news that there will be an exception this year around – the 10 month training period has been reduced to only 6. I’ve sent an email to my tutor, and, pending his confirmation, I am actually looking forward to exploring other choices. Other jobs might not pay as much I could get as an architectural assistant, but nevertheless it may be end up being interesting.
Here comes some photos from Oxford…
taken at the top of Carfax Tower, remains of the 13th century church
Bridge of Sighs, sharing the same name as the one in Venice because of its similarity
the Bridge of Sighs in Venice,
this was taken when we were there
It was a day trip before we headed to Cambridge in the evening.