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I haven't hear from the convent yet. I know, I only e-mailed them yesterday and it might take some time before they get back to me, also, the place is in the states, so there is the time-difference to remember, but now I panic that I mistyped my address or something like that. I am not even sure I explained things properly, it was rather a spur of the moment action, as they had a nice contact form to fill in on their website, and I think I need to do something about the contradictory feelings of what I should do with my future. I am trying to enjoy working and having my own flat but it is very hard work, and I am not sure that if this was the right thing to do I would find it such hard work or I would burst into tears every time I see a sister or read about sisters and feel almost jealous. It is worse than when I see a baby or a happy couple.
I had another e-mail from the Ex, but J kindly offered to talk to him, so there may be no further mails, which would be nice.
I am a bit confused as to what to do this weekend and whether to go to the woolfest at the end of the month or not, but then I am getting used to confusion. I would really like to go to the woolfest, as it would mean being away from Oxford for a bit, and I think I could do with a small break. Getting there is quite expensive, but then I could see it as a treat. This weekend I wanted to go to Southall with J, the little one and B, but they would rather not go to somewhere in a city if the weather is nice, in which case I wonder whether I should go to knit-club, and whether I can cope with having a day out with two extremely sporty people, me being anything but sporty. But it would be nice to get out and not sit around at home being depressed.
I had another e-mail from the Ex, but J kindly offered to talk to him, so there may be no further mails, which would be nice.
I am a bit confused as to what to do this weekend and whether to go to the woolfest at the end of the month or not, but then I am getting used to confusion. I would really like to go to the woolfest, as it would mean being away from Oxford for a bit, and I think I could do with a small break. Getting there is quite expensive, but then I could see it as a treat. This weekend I wanted to go to Southall with J, the little one and B, but they would rather not go to somewhere in a city if the weather is nice, in which case I wonder whether I should go to knit-club, and whether I can cope with having a day out with two extremely sporty people, me being anything but sporty. But it would be nice to get out and not sit around at home being depressed.