This has been an interesting month. A continuation of my zombie-like state which I was rudely awakened from this morning when I had a minor accident with my car. Both me and the car are fine, I can't say as much for one of my tyres though. Ribbons.
Anyway, the last couple of weeks have been pretty busy and I am truly exhausted. As of this month I had started driving down to London everyday for work. Yes, from Peterborough. I don't recommend that. Getting up at 5am everyday, having a 4-6 hour round trip as well as the usual 8 hour working day is enough to drive anyone loony. Not to mention that we're so short staffed at work that I'm doing about 3 people's jobs. I haven't felt like myself at all. I'm not blogging, not taking photos, not doing anything. All I want to do when I get home from work is eat and go to sleep. That's not really much of a life is it?
So on the 10th this month, I handed in my notice at my job. Then a few days later I handed in my notice on my flat. I'm getting out of here. The last week or so has been spent accepting a job offer and applying to rent a very lovely house. Where are we going? Topher and I decided that the south is not for us so we are heading to pastures north.
It's time to go home. To Manchester, the city where Topher is from, where I went to university and where we met. The only place that I have ever clung on to and now I see that it was for good reason. We both decided that in order for us to be truly happy, we needed to be somewhere that we could make a life for ourselves.
Even though I'm completely shattered and totally broke, I can't stop smiling because I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. This time next month, I'll be home.
Normal blogging will resume this week I'm hoping.
So how are you?