The Continuing Calm before the Storm?
Everything was set. We were ready to go. I had accepted some changes in my life and was prepared to go through with them. It was uncertain ground we were headed for, but it would be fun just trying. It would be nice.
Now I'm stuck in uncertain ground and this time I'm alone; AB isn't here with me, and I'm really not sure what's going on. I'm not sure if I'm going to have a job, I'm not sure where I'm going to live, I'm not sure where I'm going to be in 3 weeks from now. Everything seemed definite, then iffy, then definite again and now is totally iffy. I'm waiting on a response for whether I have a career and I'm also waiting on a response on where I'm going to live for the next few years, I feel neither side is going too well. The career somewhat dictates the living, as I can't really afford to live in a flat if I don't have any money coming in.
In less than a week I'm going to be back at my dad's house, cursing my laptop for being slow and wondering what the hell I'm actually doing. That's all I know at the moment. Unless a dream flat actually replies to me soon, that's where I'm going to be.
I'm also sick of only talking about this, but it's pretty major for me. All my major concerns are tied up in these two outcomes. I wish I could just go visit some friends, I mean I've not seen Sam in ages. I really miss AB. I wanna go to Ireland to rough up Popeston. I could do with seeing J again and having that Flight of the Conchords marathon. But most of these are out of the picture until I know what's going on, and so I'm stuck here in a house I know I have to leave soon with no idea of where I'm realistically headed, and with nothing really to take my mind off things.
Maybe this is a good time to go swimming!
(PS La Roux still rocks)
Now I'm stuck in uncertain ground and this time I'm alone; AB isn't here with me, and I'm really not sure what's going on. I'm not sure if I'm going to have a job, I'm not sure where I'm going to live, I'm not sure where I'm going to be in 3 weeks from now. Everything seemed definite, then iffy, then definite again and now is totally iffy. I'm waiting on a response for whether I have a career and I'm also waiting on a response on where I'm going to live for the next few years, I feel neither side is going too well. The career somewhat dictates the living, as I can't really afford to live in a flat if I don't have any money coming in.
In less than a week I'm going to be back at my dad's house, cursing my laptop for being slow and wondering what the hell I'm actually doing. That's all I know at the moment. Unless a dream flat actually replies to me soon, that's where I'm going to be.
I'm also sick of only talking about this, but it's pretty major for me. All my major concerns are tied up in these two outcomes. I wish I could just go visit some friends, I mean I've not seen Sam in ages. I really miss AB. I wanna go to Ireland to rough up Popeston. I could do with seeing J again and having that Flight of the Conchords marathon. But most of these are out of the picture until I know what's going on, and so I'm stuck here in a house I know I have to leave soon with no idea of where I'm realistically headed, and with nothing really to take my mind off things.
Maybe this is a good time to go swimming!
(PS La Roux still rocks)