Well, I'm now into week three of being back in Britain and reality is starting to hit, and painfully too. The main problem is the job front. Until I get a job sorted out my life is pretty much on hold. Some of my friends have said I should just move to London and a job will be found. All well and good but what if said job is in Edinburgh, Manchester or Cardiff? (I've applied for jobs in all these places)
No, the only thing I can do is stay at home until something comes along. In fairness there is a lot of interest out there in me but it's all taking a long time to turn around.
Living with my folks is also starting to become a drag. I'm used to my own space and not being questioned about everything I do. I've even started saying in not sure what my plans are for the day because if I do there is a million questions (often with a heavy coating of disapproval) and I just don't need it. I'm trying my hardest not to get annoyed and have bitten my tongue so many times that half my nerve endings are now dead. I think what I need is a couple of days away seeing friends down South. Maybe I'll go next weekend. I'll have to see.
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