Heavens to Betsy! It's almost been a year since I left New Zealand. I ended up in Brighton UK and somehow forgot to leave. This city is growing on me. Not literally because that would be weird and I'd probably need to get that checked out. But yes. It's a city I can't get enough of. There's a massive appeal to waking up to this this every morning:
I'm not sure I want to let go of that just yet. My flatmates on the other hand DID let go of it - well more like, their jobs were in London and so they decided to cut their commute by 90%. They moved out a few months ago. My new flatmates are a good time, and everything is ticking along nicely. I'm almost too content with the current situation.
In saying that I'm heavily considering going back home to kiwiland. But I feel like it's too soon, as if I haven't achieved what I came here for. Whatever that may be.
It's all contingent on my work situation: Do I keep the bar job or find the surveying gig I came for, or do something else entirely? I need a leg to stand on if I want to do all the travel I came here for, but at the same time I'm enjoying cruising along in this city and this bar job is as cruisy as it gets. Brings to mind Hugh McLeod's sex and cash theory. Why do I feel like there is this constant clash of interests in my life? ARGH.