Five days

I have been living out of a suitcase for the past say five days now. And it would not have been that bad I guess, for a tidy person who folds her clothes neatly everyday. But I am not that person. I drop my clothes in my suitcase. And so the more clothes I wear the more space they are taking up in my suitcase and it is getting harder to close my suitcase, by the day.
Yesterday I went into town to buy beddings (duvet cover and fitted matrass cover etc.). I matched all the colours and had so much fun doing it. But it made me realise that I am still sleeping in the living room, I can not use them yet. Crap!
It's not like I want to force the other girl out of there or something. I don't give her nasty looks, or hints about me really wanting to move into her room. But sometimes when I am in the bathroom (which is next to my future room), I can almost feel what it's like when it'll be mine. I take a crap and a shower and imagine what it's like not having to get dressed in the bathroom too. Just be able to take five steps and walk back into my room, get lotioned and get dressed. Ah, the sweet bliss it'll be.
But meanwhile I just have to put up with the living room for a few more nights. Don't worry I'll be fine, really. I just think to myself, it'll feel even better after having to wait for it a little longer. If we all got what we wanted just like that. Just snap your fingers and it's there, it would become a bore. Admittedly it would be convenient with guys. Just snap your fingers and *poof* he's there in front of you. Okay maybe a bit of flirting, glancing, smiling. But that's it, after that it should be easy. Oh what am I saying, I have yet to meet a cute guy here in Manchester. But then again I have only been here for say five days, living out of a suitcase.