… and none too soon. I was going a little crazy from wwwithdrawal, I think — our access from work is limited (to say the least), and I must have at least 12,000 unread emails in Gmail by now. Not to mention the fact that I have to redesign my websites every month (it’s a sickness) and protect the web from wiki spam wherever possible. So it’s a good thing for me, personally.
It’s also a good thing for Dee — she can start looking for work properly, rather than traipsing down to a grubby Internet café and forking over our hard-earned dosh for a slower-than-slow, crampy-chair, smelly-humans, crappy-coffee web experience. We’ve got a desk and everything now, so it should be quite a good set up for her. With the IT market booming, it shouldn’t be long until she lands a sweet contract in the middle of a trading floor.
We’ve been anything but idle whilst awaiting our Internetwork: we saw a West-End show (“Wicked”) with Dayna and her friends; we had tapas and sangria one night with one of Dee’s friends (a couple’s date, how droll!); we’ve eaten out more times than we should have (but the selection is great!); and we’ve blessed our flat with a balcony barbeque! It’s all fun and games, but we’re settling into a more frugal existence now to save our pennies (and hopefully get into some good habits before Dee gets her job).
It actually works out better — in trying to be cheap, we’ve had to buy our ingredients fresh and make stuff from scratch! Similarly, we’ve bought stuff to grow our own herbs and edibles! Both are things we always talk about doing, so it’s funny that it took switching to a single income to make us actually try it.
We bought an apartment! A beautiful, quirky three-bedroom apartment on the ground-floor of The Malthouse, nestled snugly in the much-coveted locale of Summer Hill, a medium density community that is close to school, transport, markets, parks, and cycleways.
In the blink of an eye, another weekend has come and gone. It’s a familiar feeling that many of us experience - the sensation that time is flying by, leaving us wondering where the hours and days have vanished to.
After too many years, I’m finally building myself a NAS: network-attached storage, a device for backing up files, photos, and all the data that is otherwise in the cloud. Say goodbye, FANGs, I’m going self-hosted.