The past two weeks have been alien to me. Kieren and I moved into the flat two weeks ago today and since then I have been on constant alert-mode. Every whistle of the wind, slam of a door, scrape of a gate, has forced my spine to stiffen. I worry constantly about an imminent attack on the flat. A siege on my shelter.
However, none of these things have happened, obviously. Moving into a new place is always terrifying. You are never completely aware of the area and a new home feels like you are a fresh target, a soft touch within the neighbourhood, the proverbial sitting duck.
Although the flat has not been attacked, there has been a few incidents outside of my own personal bubble which have seen human beings and inanimate objects alike the misfortune of crossing paths with local ruffians. Just the other night a plant pot was kicked into oblivion, shattering into a thousand (five) different pieces as two local, drunk louts decided that whilst on their travels a swift and violent kick to a piece of gardening equipment would most certainly inflate their evenings with delight, swell their nighttime travels with exultation.
This morning also brought along with it its own manifestation of violent stimulation as a fight broke out in the middle of the road, just beyond the safety of my very own garden walls. The two combatants were unequally matched I am lead to believe, however, due to the smacking sound of fist meeting jaw and then the cowardly mewl which preceded the fisticuffs.
Besides the flat, university has also begun. I have been a student also for two weeks. It is going great and so far, at least, I am up to do date on all my reading and small assignments which have been doled out to me. It feels amazing to be part of an institution which does not cause me to dread my wakening in the morning. Just two years ago I was thinking to myself that I could only dream of being in an entirely beatific and, dare I say, blessed position. Today, as I sit and write this, I can rest gleefully in the knowledge that I am.