Had lunch with Alex today in Forest Cafe. Nachos, delicious :) Feeling decidedly better about life and work and things after a good chat, I was having post-summer blues with the onset of so much rain I guess. Maybe I have S.O.-S.A.D. :P
Dad phoned yesterday well excited about the new "guest bedroom" which as far as I can gather is basically a sort of shack built onto the side of our perfectly good house. I told him I couldn't wait to see it when I come down for Christmas. Sometimes I think about being an "adult" and what that means now. Ten, twelve years ago I had no clue what I was doing unless someone was pointing it out for me- the first year living on my own I was a complete wreck, I went home practically every fortnight (spent a fortune on train tickets), but I managed it somehow and now I do live on my own, I am a "real" adult with a job and friends and life. I pay council tax and send things to my bank without a big fuss and rent comes out of my account and I have credit cards...and a fish named Fish. But I don't feel any different and I still get in a big panic when a letter comes advising me to pay some bill I thought I'd paid or whatever. And I still want to go home...and I'm not sure I do anything important with my life.
It's like I'm waiting for something big to happen and it never does. Stupid sentiment, I know, I'm not sad, just...thinking.
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