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galadriel1010) wrote2013-06-17 12:07 pm
galadriel1010) wrote2013-06-17 12:07 pm
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Milestones come and go
I've been quiet for a while, partly because this is my 500th post (I think) and I wanted it to be more than just my usual rambling, and partly because I've been sitting on a lot of nearly organised stuff and I've been waiting for it to be actually happening rather than jinx it. It's all in place now, though, so I guess I'm safe.
I'm currently in my parents' kitchen. I'm moving back in with them at the end of next month, and yesterday I finalised a transfer to a branch closer to here. York has lost almost all of its appeal recently, and with the summer holiday and the massive influx of tourists hurtling towards us I'm very glad to be getting out of there. I'll miss some people, but for the most part I'm breathing a sigh of relief. York has its pretty bits, but I've been so homesick and longing for hills and clear rivers, and every time I get back into Calderdale it's achingly beautiful. I'm also excited by the cost of living here. We really couldn't afford to live in York, and I certainly can't afford to live there on my own, but if I get fed up with my parents I can pretty easily afford to rent a place in this area.
We're renting my flat out to some friends who need a short term place to live whilst we have it on the market so that I can get out sooner. It's all a bit go, and my parents need to come and get most of my stuff before they go on holiday so that I can just bring the last of my clothes over here on the train, because they come back from holiday the day before I finish at my current club, and I start at the other the day after that. All good fun, or something like that.
I'm going to part time hours at my new club, because they only have a few shifts a week going. That might increase over time, but for the moment it'll give me a bit of breathing space to get through the journalism and TEFL courses, and to get back into my writing. I have so much stuff I want to write, which makes a nice change, but no time to do it at the moment. I seem to spend all my spare moments tidying and cleaning and getting ready to move. My CaseStory deadline is hurtling towards me, though, so I do need to sit down and do a lot of writing on Wednesday and Thursday. And then on Friday I have another motorbike session, when I will hopefully get my licence. I need to get that sorted before I move back over here, or getting to and from work will be difficult.
So it's still all go, but everything's looking a lot more certain than it has for a while. I feel pretty trapped, because I've only left Yorkshire once since January, and that was for an afternoon in Salford. I'd really like to get back to my city tripping, but that hasn't worked very well and I'm soon going to have less money. Oh well, I'll be off to Oxfordshire for a weekend in August.
Get me out of here.
There's nothing I can do about it for the moment, really, because I don't want to take holiday in my last month and a half or in my first couple, except when I really need to for festivals and the like. If I'm only doing three or four shifts a week, though, I should get plenty of chances to get out and away between work. Maybe.
There's so much I need to do, but for the moment I'm back in that 'just keep trucking' state where everything will happen tomorrow, or next week, or next month.
The really good thing to come out of the move is how many of my colleagues have said that they don't want me to go. It's lovely to have so many friends at work, and I have a sneaking suspicion that we're going to have a pretty big night out before I go to send me on my way. I will miss them all, but I can always go back and play bingo.
We're renting my flat out to some friends who need a short term place to live whilst we have it on the market so that I can get out sooner. It's all a bit go, and my parents need to come and get most of my stuff before they go on holiday so that I can just bring the last of my clothes over here on the train, because they come back from holiday the day before I finish at my current club, and I start at the other the day after that. All good fun, or something like that.
I'm going to part time hours at my new club, because they only have a few shifts a week going. That might increase over time, but for the moment it'll give me a bit of breathing space to get through the journalism and TEFL courses, and to get back into my writing. I have so much stuff I want to write, which makes a nice change, but no time to do it at the moment. I seem to spend all my spare moments tidying and cleaning and getting ready to move. My CaseStory deadline is hurtling towards me, though, so I do need to sit down and do a lot of writing on Wednesday and Thursday. And then on Friday I have another motorbike session, when I will hopefully get my licence. I need to get that sorted before I move back over here, or getting to and from work will be difficult.
So it's still all go, but everything's looking a lot more certain than it has for a while. I feel pretty trapped, because I've only left Yorkshire once since January, and that was for an afternoon in Salford. I'd really like to get back to my city tripping, but that hasn't worked very well and I'm soon going to have less money. Oh well, I'll be off to Oxfordshire for a weekend in August.
Get me out of here.
There's nothing I can do about it for the moment, really, because I don't want to take holiday in my last month and a half or in my first couple, except when I really need to for festivals and the like. If I'm only doing three or four shifts a week, though, I should get plenty of chances to get out and away between work. Maybe.
There's so much I need to do, but for the moment I'm back in that 'just keep trucking' state where everything will happen tomorrow, or next week, or next month.
The really good thing to come out of the move is how many of my colleagues have said that they don't want me to go. It's lovely to have so many friends at work, and I have a sneaking suspicion that we're going to have a pretty big night out before I go to send me on my way. I will miss them all, but I can always go back and play bingo.