Turning into a responsible citizen

When the movers arrive with all your belongings, it is tempting to configure them such that they form a kind of home. Immediately. I felt that temptation. And ignored it.

We had a guest! And a new PhD student. You don't let a guest go out for dinner alone. So the day the movers came I, as soon as the movers left, went to Roland for the welcoming dinner, and then back to the house of the lovely PhD ladies. This time I could sleep in a bed! One of the ladies had left. And in the morning I gathered whatever I had taken to that place and left.

The day after we went into town. We being Tasha the guest, Rob the new PhD student, and me. When I got home I dug out my bedding and slept on a mattress on the floor. But the friday would be different! In the afternoon I would have my first probation talk with Roland. That was done quickly. He's

happy! And after that we went to the pub. Of course. And asked Rob along. And after the beer he would come help me with my house. So sweet!

He's a practical guy, so he assembled my book cupboard in no time. And then the bed. While I was fidgeting ramdom things. So it started to look (and sound: I connected the radio and CD-player) like a house... we had deserved dinner.

The whole of the saturday I continued the work. So after less than 1.5 days the house was well inhabitable! I'm glad.

Every time I walk through it, though, I feel like a grown-up. It's a real house! With separate rooms for sleeping, sitting and cooking! Windows on two sides! Room to manouevre! It's a bit scary, but it's nice too.

And sunday I got a text message from Roland. If I wanted to buy his car. I tend to embrace such opportunities. But his car is less than 10 years old! There's nothing dodgy or ridiculous about it! It works! I will most likely do it (a car gives you much more freedom in exploring the surroundings, and I need to keep driving in order not to lose the skill), but then I'm REALLY a grown-up... what would be next?