Rachel Killington has been compelled to look for both a new job and new accommodation. First the good news Things have happened extremely quickly for me in the last few weeks. After the disappointment of the two interviews I finally have some good (albeit scary) news. I now have a flat of my own and am moving in mid November. Hooray!
That’s the good news. The scary bit, however, begins now. I have been assured that there is work for me until Christmas which is fantastic, but although we all might try to ignore the fact, Christmas isn’t actually that far off now. I’m lucky in that the flat is owned by my sister in law’s sister Zoe (confusing huh?), so it’s a bit less terrifying in that I won’t have a big scary landlord banging on my door every month, and if anything goes wrong, I know who to call. She’s also leaving some of the furniture in which will save me a lot - but it isn’t going to be plain sailing. The flat will cost me a lot of money - and I’m absolutely terrified about the whole prospect. I now have to buy boring (but essential) ‘housey’ things - like a bed. Very important I’m sure you’ll agree, but I’d rather spend the money on something far more fun, like hair extensions. Or shoes and handbags. Just me - and Poppy The very sad but harsh reality is that at 25 (and a half) I’ve finally been forced to make that huge leap to ‘proper’ independence. And I’m terrified.
I’ve never lived on my own. There’s always been at least one other person for me to rely on, for little things like putting the bin out, nipping to the shop for some milk or feeding the cat if I forget. Now if the bin stinks, the milk is sour and the cat is an emaciated bag of bones, I’ll be the one to blame. Of course, I’m not the type of person to forget to feed the cat. (I wouldn’t have much choice anyway as Poppy – see picture - would follow me round and yowl at me if she was hungry!) And I’m sure I’ll cope on my own somehow. It’s just made me realise that I really am on my own this time. My boyfriend Neil is happy living where he is and doesn’t want to move in with me just yet, and if I’m honest, maybe I do need some time alone, just me and Poppy, so I can find the real ‘me’. It’s all very scary, but in a way it’s exciting too, and I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a precipice, looking over, not really knowing what to do. The thing is, in this situation there isn’t really an awful lot I can do. I can either try to go it alone and see what happens, or I can just take the easy option and move back home. But I’ve never really been one to go for the easy option. So in a few weeks' time I’ll be out of my current home, and Poppy and I will be making our way out into the big wide world. I’ve calculated that I should be ok for money until Christmas, and after that I have no idea, which is the scary part. What happens now is anybody’s guess… See Rachel's previous job logs: | 
