'The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.'
11pm, cup of tea in my hand... (the usual)
New York booked. 7th- 18th January. Excited? Extremely...
So, with the flights finally sorted, everything feels real. It's fun to talk about going and planning it, but when everything is arranged, it's feels fantastic...
So, after 6 weeks of ‘hard work’, I finally got paid. I must say, it was rather exciting to actually see money in my account. I seemed to just stand there staring at the screen for a while, with a smile on my face, before withdrawing 60 pounds (for my sister, as she has been so kind with borrowing me endless ten pound notes) However, after only a week I am almost poor again (smile turns into a frown) On the positive side of things, I’ve paid off my debt to the family (200 pounds) some towards my New York flight (the boyfriend paid for both from his savings account, 100 pounds) a lovely weekend in Cambridge (50 pounds) and I erm… spent a good 150 pounds on myself (it was needed after all of those early morning shifts you see) On the negative side , I got emergency taxed, quite a lot. However, with the money I am owed, I can therefore pay off the rest of my flight and I will then be 100% debt free *sighs* (sips tea)
I finished work at 5pm, grabbed a latte from ‘Muffin Break’ (cheaper version of Starbucks, who make the best fudge brownies ever) and headed home in the heavy rain. Being busier makes me appreciate home more. I now look forward to walking through the door, throwing on a pair of cosy pyjamas and sleeping for a couple of hours. Pure pleasure… Hmmm, isn’t it strange how we all ignore one another on public transport? Sometimes I have the urge to start talking about how excited I am that ‘New Moon’ is coming out in November, or perhaps something mind numbing, like the weather or credit crunch. Maybe we should all start communicating a little more? Even at 7:30am, when all you want to do is get back into bed and dream about Edward Cullen. We should make more effort with people; perhaps all join hands and start a love train, love train…
Whilst in H&M last week, I found myself actually tidying up the store. There were sale items on the floor, so I picked, folded and put them in their correct place. It’s as if I’m always in work mode. Fuck, I am a robot. Anyway, I left the lovely H&M with a t-shirt dress and a compact bronzer. It felt good to buy, however I didn’t go too mad as I actually walked past the beautiful MAC coats and told myself ‘maybe next month’ Shocking behavior? Indeed…
God, I’m so glad that I finally feel ‘happy’. I have for the past 2 months. I wake up with a smile on my face and no longer have the urge to cry. My depression seems to have disappeared, therefore I can finally breath. I don’t feel suffocated inside of myself. I have a life again, which I seemed to lose for a while. ..
Thankfully, I discovered it once again.
