Aussielicious

Yesterday was one of those long and painful days that started early. I was up and packing another load of stuff into my car ready for when the removalist guy arrived. He was hot enough to make that process more bearable despite the bucketing rain. I think we’ve had the worst weather in months this weekend but after two more car trips this morning, I’m done. Settled in my new digs and all unpacked. I do need to get a chest of drawers to store my way-too-many clothes and right now I’m pinching my flatmate’s internet while I try and get mine set up. But it feels good to be in.

The last couple of weeks at work have been really busy and on the weekend I started packing to move. Tonight I started moving stuff over to the new place. I didn’t think I was going to get anything done as Sydney’s weather has been wet wet wet and served with a side of wet. But 8 boxes are gone. That sounds like a fair chunk and I guess it is, but there were 10 boxes of novels, art books, photography books, CD’s and DVD’s. So there is a lot to go yet.

I walked in to the new place tonight and T was standing there nude about to get in the shower, so I know it’s going to be a nude friendly house. I just can’t wait for the moving process to be done with.

This time in two weeks I’ll be heavily in the process of moving house. I’m really hoping it proves to be a positive change of environment for me. My new flatmate and I have a lot of common ground. We’ll probably waste hours and hours talking photography which will be great to share tips, especially for me, as he’s the professional and has a lot more information to impart.

The nudity around the house aspect won’t hurt either. I don’t know how much actual lounging around nude there will be but he and I have hung out nude many times on the beach etc so I can’t imagine things will be awkward in the slightest.

In one month today, I’ll be moving house. The current living arrangement isn’t working. There’s no animosity or aggression, but the two of us just have very different living styles. My flatmate is a very quiet and private person, and I am someone that likes to come home, chat and interact with the people in my home. Given that you should feel comfortable and be able to be yourself at home, if the two of us did that it fundamentally doesn’t work.

We have had a couple of major misunderstandings and breakdowns in communication too and I’m certainly not faultless but neither am I entirely to blame. Conveniently a friend has a room becoming available nearby in an apartment I’ve been to several times and really like. My flatmate to be is more like me, chatty and easy going. As an added bonus, my new flatmate is a guy I’ve hung out with nude on the beach several times and I know from his previous flatmate, also a friend, that he’s prone to being nude around the house a bit. I seem to be landing on my feet.

Last weekend after we got home from a boozy night out, my flatmate and I were chatting and snacking before bed and somehow the nudity thing came up. I’ve been making a concerted effort not to talk about it so I don’t pressure him into saying anything or causing tension.

He said that he doesn’t mind if I walk to the kitchen to get a drink nude or get something from the laundry or whatever. Basically as long as I’m not lying around on the lounge etc he’s ok. That’s a big step from the initial “not comfortable with it at all” situation. I think he’s realised that I’m not interested in sleeping with him and we are becoming good friends and very comfortable with each other which I’m really enjoying.

Our differences aren’t driving each other mad and we are quite respectful of the other’s boundaries. As yet I haven’t tested the new relaxed rules as I wanted to chat about it sober first and make sure he’s ok. The last thing I want to do is make him feel like he has to put up with something that makes him uncomfortable. But right now, he’s away for a few days and I’ve got the house to myself all day so I’m nude and have a nude mate or two dropping by over the day. Yay.

My flat mate and I are finally getting around to having our official (non nude) housewarming today. We’ve got all the beer chilling, salads are being made, bbq is ready and the sun is SHINING! It’s going to be a great day for a rooftop party.

So after my post last week about how to approach the nudity around the house I had a big chat with my flatmate. Essentially it boils down to the fact that he’s only ever done beach nudity and nudity with a partner around the house, never really social nudity and he’s not comfortable with it, even though he thought he would be. One of the contributing factors was that he and I fooled around a couple of times before we decided to share a place together and he was under the impression that I was hoping that would continue as flatmates.

I’ve now set the record straight and said that yes, there was hookups and he’s attractive but neither of us wants to do that again and it’s much better to be flatmates and not flatmates-with-benefits. He did say he’d be ok with going to the nude beach with me and I said that in addition to that, if it’s nice and I’m sunbathing on our roof terrace then I would prefer to be nude so I don’t get tan lines. I also said that if I get out of bed to get a drink, I’m probably not going to get dressed but won’t sit around the house nude. I have no intention of making either of us feel uncomfortable for the sake of being nude. it’s not hard to put a pair of undies or shorts on.

Who knows, now that we’ve cleared up the concerns over sex, and once we get a couple of nude beach visits out of the way, perhaps he’ll start feeling more comfortable. It’s a shame that it’s turned out like this, as the nude friendliness was a contributing factor in deciding to share with him. He’s becoming a good friend and fingers crossed he’ll get to a point where he’s no longer worried or concerned.

We still haven’t decided which internet provider we are going to go with for the new apartment, which is why I haven’t been blogging this week but I turned the computer on this morning and we seem to be able to “borrow” some wireless internet from someone nearby. Yay!

So I apologise for the break in transmission but we are up and running again. The move went really well. Some of my new flatmate’s friends helped us move the furniture last Saturday which meant we had everything in by 1pm and we were pretty much unpacked by 6 that evening, followed by several (read too many) drinks out that evening.

It’s taking some getting used to the new living arrangement. I’d been at the last place for so long that you knew what annoyed other people and you could read their moods and know when to leave them alone. That takes a bit of time but I know I’ll get there with A. He’s a really nice guy and I’m hoping a good influence with my eating habits as he’s very health conscious.

This is my last blog post from this house. As of tomorrow I will be living somewhere else and I’m about to pack up my computer, tv, lamp, heater and a few bits and pieces to take them to the new apartment.

This blog was started in this room in November 2005 and the blog and this room have seen a lot of things happen. I quit one job without another to go to, worked for myself for a couple of years, modelled for aussieBum (badly) and got involved with an American who left me with emotional baggage I’m still trying to unpack. I’ve met lots of fantastic people through Aussielicious, some who have become very good friends. This room has seen some great sex as well as some seriously mediocre sex, some great cuddles, lots of laughs, even more porn, too much dust and a lot of memories.

Since I’ve lived here I’ve taken up pole dancing, aerial silks which has become a passion, and worked on my photography. Not many people have stayed over with me in this room and I don’t mind that at all. I’m hoping the new place might see a good romance in the near future, but if not I certainly won’t argue with some great sex.

We’ve had drama in this house. Over the nearly four years I’ve been here I’ve shared it with six other people in total. Sue, the wonderful lesbian who will always be a friend, another lesbian who went a bit weird and grumpy before moving out, “W” the cranky hermit who left a note to say she was leaving, “A” another lesbian who we saw wandering through from time to time, now “C” who seems to be happier these days and “B (2)” who has a heart of gold but a rather quirky way of looking at life and his lego version of it.

So, to all of you who’ve been reading the blog from the start, and those who have joined us since, be patient, I’ll be back soon. As soon as we get the internet in fact. Thanks for the memories. Catch you soon.

I don’t actually mean the gym itself, but rather my attendance and motivation this week is suffering. I’ve been fighting and fighting a cough and sore throat for a week now and it’s not getting any better. Factoring in the physical effort of moving house I figure I’m doing enough this week and don’t want to get worse before we actually get fully moved in to the new place on the weekend. I want to be able to enjoy a nice nude glass of champagne with the new flatmate to celebrate and christen the place.

Today we finally signed the lease on our new apartment and paid the bond and first month’s rent. I’d forgotten just how stressful the house hunting/moving situation can be. Thankfully we’ve got a great place to live. Like one reader pointed out, it is dangerous to move in with a friend. I’ve made that mistake in the past and nearly killed good friendships. So from now on I’m only living with relative strangers and I’ll learn their bad living habits as part of who they are.

I personally think A and I will end up good mates. We seem to have a laugh and an easy way of getting on so far. Fingers crossed it remains. Now… do we close the blinds when we are walking around nude or just let the neighbours watch?

I’ve just walked in from having dinner with A, the new flatmate, and some of his friends for his birthday. I have to say, I think we are going to become good mates living together. You can get a lot about someone from the kinds of friends they keep and A’s mates that were there tonight were all really lovely.

I’m starting to get so excited about the move. Maybe not the actual process, but the end result for sure.

Finally the matter of not having anywhere to live in a couple of weeks is all settled. We got the apartment in Waterloo that we really liked. I think all the stress of not being sure about where I would be living plus being very busy at work and recent stuff in the current household have taken their toll. I have a very sore throat today.

Hopefully now that we know we got the apartment and that stress is gone, I won’t be stressing so much. I can’t wait to get into the apartment and start getting settled. Let’s call my new housemate “A”. He seems like a really nice guy and has a similar lifestyle. I know him just well enough to know that I am happy to live with him but not really well. I’ve said for several years now after some disastrous sharing experiences that I won’t ever live with good mates again.

I’m looking around my room and wondering where the hell all my stuff is going to go in if we get accepted to move into the place we’ve applied for. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this moving business and I’d forgotten how stressful it can be. I’ve been lucky enough to have an enormous bedroom in a house with HEAPS of storage space. It’s almost definite that I won’t end up with anywhere near the same amount of space in a new place and absolutely certain if we get the place we are waiting to hear about.

It’s a great opportunity to consolidate again and eliminate stuff that I’ve been hanging on to “just in case”. All that “just in case” stuff is now going out the window. Why do I need ten beach towels and ten bath towels? I don’t. My Sister and her husband are coming to pick up some furniture that I have and don’t need or have room for anymore. It’s all starting to get scary and very real in an exciting way.

We are in the midst of applying for apartments to move into now and my god they ask for some serious amounts of identification. There are forms and forms of information and lists and lists of requirements to provide. It’s amazing they haven’t asked for blood samples and a promise of my first born. I’m starting to get a bit stressed about the prospect of actually finding and being accepted for something in time. Fingers crossed.