I’m feeling a bit widowed.
I think that’s the best way to sum it up.
The novelty of living at home again is, as much as I love it, beginning to wear off. I’m probably going to be stuck here for at least another two years and whilst I know I can stick it out, I miss living with my friends. One in particular.
I miss meeting up in the kitchen and the 10 minute coffee break turning into 2 hours. I miss laughing at nothing - at our own ridiculous conversations. Which as the work load got more serious became more ridiculous - keeping each other sane. I miss being in the same boat as them. But now all my friends have popped off back home to their respective parts of England. Perhaps it’s best to mention here that my best friend from ‘back home’ has took it upon herself to move to Norfolk. Which is a massive shame as we haven’t spent a lot of time together recently.
But I also miss knowing what I’m going to do next - all my life I’ve known where I was going. Finished school onto sixth form. Finished sixth form onto uni. Finish uni onto what?? So many choices I didn’t even know where to start.
Up until a month ago I didn’t even know what I wanted to do for a living, (writing doesn’t seem to pay unless your in the journalist business or strike lucky a la J. K. Rowling). So I finally settled on being a primary school teacher and my motives for this, I will admit, are mostly selfish. Good pay and good holidays means I can have the money and time to fund my travelling plans. And I chose primary school because I don’t scare big kids enough to get them to listen to me. Sorry kids.
Unfortunately for me, because I decided so late what I wanted to be, becoming a teacher will take another two years of my life. Joy!
As a good friend pointed out - ‘It’ll do you good to have something to aim for.’
And I do have something to aim for and, even if I am taking the slow route; ‘I ain’t lost just wandering’.
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