Studio Flat - Bournemouth just moved in

A studio Flat shouts Me! This little place is for me alone. It also tells me how to behave. 'Be clean. Be tidy. Be organised. Don't clutter. Don't you dare!'

I think it will be a good influence.

I'm in West Cliff. My tree-lined street is a long terrace of blocks of studio flats  book-ended by hotels. The blocks have green awnings. Did they used to be small hotels?

I feel like I'm living in a hotel. One with leafy views, now that I've pulled the shutters up and can't get them down. A hotel where I can self-cater for a year. I can walk down to the stretch of trees before the steps to the beach and drink in the view. Then I can swim in the sea. It's warm-ish. Waves and no currents. Always tingles me into shape. There is something health-givng about the sea. When I dunk my head in I feel I'm sorting my head.

Everyday living seeps in. Paid my water and sewerage bills online at the library. Also disentangled myself from the telephone pservice provider from Hell with 2 months penalties. My part-time course starts tomorrow. I shall be back in the library  studying how to use a whiteboard. Need to get job-hunting too. 

But without everying living I would feel a bit lost...

Thank g-d for libraries. Bournemouth library has great staff and facilities. It matters. Thank g-d too for mobiles. Being able to chat at will to my friends who I have deserted but not lost. 

And thank g-d for the little Scottish person who went out of the block the same time as me yesterday and said 'Hi I'm Kayleigh*, I moved in two months ago. If there's anything you need...' before we hurried in opposite directions. Where did she learn to be so sweet and neighbourly? It matters.

*name changed