Today I finally got on with months of accreted admin. The grown-up has crawled back out from under the bed. From silly little things like writing to the UK Blood Service to tell them I don't live there any more to far, far bigger things like writing to my landlord to give notice. That is going registered post tomorrow, and is very sobering.
It may seem like a small thing after moving countries but no. When I gave notice on my flat in the UK I had somewhere lined up to move to, temporarily. I was also blessed with naivety about the whole thing and it lay ahead like a yet unopened chocolate orange. Tomorrow I give notice and have nowhere to go; and three months to change that. It certainly sharpens one's focus.
The other sobering thing today was finally reading my home insurance policy and realising it doesn't cover theft. Even if it did, the claim would not be valid because the outside and inside doors have no safety locks. I think this is technically known as a bummer. My landlord is not the most favourite person right now.
This has been quite a year so far. It would be nice if I could be in Gent by my anniversary, 4 January. Let's aim for that. And then at the end of January is the Festival of Lights. I'd like to show that to you.