It’s the last day of
2012, and I’m finally sitting back infront of my laptop
and writing. It’s been a very long time. Sorry everyone. Before I wish you all
a VERY happy new year and all that, I’ll give you a quick round up of the last
few months of my life.
This Winter I Have:
(Much as I
appreciate the total, unbelievable, super-fantastic-ness of the experience I
was cutting short, not one sad goodbye was said. Since landing back in the UK neither
of my feet feels the least bit shot at, and I am happy and safe in the
knowledge that I will never be a high-powered business woman. I don’t miss America
at all. If anything - and I know this sounds bad – it’s become even more of a
strange and distant land, which I regard with no emotional attachment at all;
just morbid fascination, curiosity and occasionally the tiniest amount of sick
in the back of my throat. The amount of syrup they put on their waffles – and their
bacon – is a little too much for me.
As is the general optimism and happy confidence in the people. No bad
feelings, America, you’re just not my place).
The slight
problems with leaving early from a year-long placement abroad are the costs
incurred. Needing to pay back the money
spent on my visa for the time I won’t be using it, and buying rather too many
flights on rather too few student loans payments has left me sitting in my
overdraft, with a cool sum of about £1200 in debt.
It feels really
good to be home. I don’t mind the rain. I don’t mind how awful the buses are. I
don’t mind not having my own place to live. I don’t mind everything being shut
by 6pm. I like the comfortably silent London underground. I like the BBC. I like
chip shops. I like that I haven’t put on a pencil skirt or blazer in 5 weeks. I
much prefer working any and all shifts that Waterstones St Albans will give me
to working 4 days a week in an office, getting stepped on in stiletto heels and
being told to ‘mingle’.
So not having to go back to New York has really made this Christmas for me. I’m just about to go out and see in the New Year with friends, beer and takeaway. In contrast to my usual, chronic cynicism concerning New Year’s Eve, I’m getting a bit tingly and excited. I will probably be merrily shouting along to Auld Lang Syne with the rest in 6 hours’ time, giving my hands to all my trusted friends, and anyone else who walks past, having downed many a cup of kindness. I’ve loved seeing and hugging and nibbling and tippling with all the people I know and like, and hope 2013 will be equally weird but a little less stressful than 2012.
So expect many more posts in 2013. As I’m now unemployed and not again planning to persue any careers unsuited to me, I should have much more time to wast- I mean, write.
So not having to go back to New York has really made this Christmas for me. I’m just about to go out and see in the New Year with friends, beer and takeaway. In contrast to my usual, chronic cynicism concerning New Year’s Eve, I’m getting a bit tingly and excited. I will probably be merrily shouting along to Auld Lang Syne with the rest in 6 hours’ time, giving my hands to all my trusted friends, and anyone else who walks past, having downed many a cup of kindness. I’ve loved seeing and hugging and nibbling and tippling with all the people I know and like, and hope 2013 will be equally weird but a little less stressful than 2012.
So expect many more posts in 2013. As I’m now unemployed and not again planning to persue any careers unsuited to me, I should have much more time to wast- I mean, write.
Merry Super Happy New Year everyone!!!!!
A small Christmas present to my hometown:
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| Central Ave, Brooklyn |
