One step out of home, one big leap for me 

Last week I made one of the biggest transitions thus far. I left the nest to join another nest (my apartment block is called urbanest- yea I know so witty). An exciting and daunting experience, at home I already did all the things a good woman should do so that part of the transition wasn't hard. The biggest change, the one that I cannot swallow and just now puts a tear in my eye, is not having my pets with me. I miss them more than Rose misses her cruise ship lover. 

Last week when I left my dog, Daphne (named from the character off Fraiser, she's a little terrier like the one on the show) she refused to make eye contact with me. Instead opting for a sunken posture, lifeless tail and a shaky movement that looked like she was fighting some kind of atlantic wind (or iceberg, Okay I'll stop with the Titanic references!).  Needless to say my heart was broken. She also vomitted a little in her mouth but I'll spare the details. I contemplated ways to break her into my building but the 24 hour desk staff and her tendency to bark in unfamiliar places spoiled my hatching plot. 

The power tools early in the morning, slow lifts and bad communal kitchen hygiene could all be forgotten if I could just have my little bearded children with me. But my delusions of squeezing 2 dogs and a frisky cat into a little city bedroom are just too ridiculous. Instead I wait for the weekends to visit my fury friends again. But it's only Tuesday and my heart can't go on (I lied, I like Titanic, move on) 

DIDN'T YOU JUST DIE ON THE INSIDE AT THEIR LITTLE FACES!?!?!

Ah, +30 sads. 

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Another negative of moving out is an inflated sense of authority. I take care of myself, I come up with my own rent, I do domestic things. Doesn't that make me an important and respectable adult like everyone else?

According to society, not so much. The other day I asked a bus driver if he stopped in a certain location he proceeded to scoff at me and say "Only is you push the button precious!" followed by a whole group of elderly people laughing at me and my silly little child questions. Meanwhile the next lady asks if he stops at another certain location and the reply is "I sure do Ma'm", no cheek, no laughter just a polite reply. 

Rage built inside of me. I'm dealing with a broken heart from distance from my animals, roommates who don't believe in cleaning and more hormones than any one person can cope with and Mr Bus Driver things its okay to belittle me into next week? No, I'm not a toddler, treat me like a person please. It may have been the hormones or his insensitivity but I cried about it in my little room anyway. 

However, I'm enjoying living in a busy city and no more 4 hour commutes to Uni is just a recipe for smiles. The other day I was having coffee in Queens st and saw a crazed thrusting Storm-tropper. Fun packed times. I even managed to get into the video. 

My apartment has a TV, in which I can watch Serbian News and get acquainted with the world in a completely foreign language. Normal news bores me. Don't question it. Also Uni went back this week. I won't make any negatives comments. Good bye Bloggers.