Thursday, January 03, 2008
Decisions
Uncle arrived for his 2nd trip to Manchester slightly later than planned because of the rail upgrades which hasn't been completed. Met up with Darling at Argos to get him a sleeping bag.We then walked from Harvey Nichols, beside the canal and ended up somewhere in Salford. If it wasn't for him, I don't think I'd actually walk these areas. Yes, yes, I have been bad and not explored Manchester like I should have.
There were some nice buildings and homes around the canal. I wonder when I can actually afford to stay in such places. Sigh. We continued towards the Hilton hotel, the tallest building in the city. Uhm, hadn't exactly gone there since I've been here...tehehe
Then, Uncle wanted to look for his bag! @.@ So we walked up Deansgate back towards H.Nichols. The winds were so strong and I felt like I was forming into an ice sculpture. He'd actually given up looking when his eye caught sight of a bag that's similar to what he wanted in Selfridges.
So yeap, he'd done all the shopping he needed. He bought everything on his list and some extras as well I think...hehe (Sigh, when will I ever be able to spend like that...)
Around 630 we walked to Chinatown to meet up with Uncle's ex-colleague for dinner. An interesting individual and we heard many stories. Good. Another friend for us to hang out with while we're all here.
Not being impulsive or anything but we've finally decided to move out of this apartment, after careful consideration and discussions with Uncle. I'm not being selfish when I say I really need to have quiet surroundings to work properly.
Imagine, a guest who'd only stayed a night asking you to move out immediately. How is it that both of us stayed for this long without even thinking of moving? Each time we're home, we feel unhappy and it was so obvious to other people.
I stay in my room most of the time when there are people around. I hate it when they bring people over because they'll be hogging the kitchen space and I can't do what I need to do at times. Darling is unhappy to come home to a house full of people and he 's got no dinner. When I don't start cleaning, they don't start cleaning. And yes, they are disgusting...
Give and take some might say but I think I've gone beyond that. If I were to ask them to be me, I think they'll just puke. I can be incredibly patient and most friends know that. Darling gets pissed at me sometimes for being like that but I always try to make it a good thing(which I think I shouldn't anymore) Lately, patience is not really my kind of thing. So I suppose, conditions are really quite bad.
Only when Uncle mentioned that both of us were really suffering in silence, then only I'd realized. It's embarrassing to admit it especially when I'm a grown adult but I think sometimes it takes others to make you realize that life should be more than giving and taking.
It's being happy that matters.