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What is it with Facebook? It makes me feel about twelve. I must get at least one friend request a day from some moron I knew in school who's married/engaged/a parent/bald/fucking dull. Most people still seem to have exactly the same group of friends they did as in school too, I suppose that's probably a positive thing, I just find it a little strange. I don't know, I'm 24, it's probably about time I started doing things that normal adults do, I just can't envisage a time when I ever will.
Travelling was an enjoyable experience, I'm definitely glad I did it. I can't believe I've been on four separate holidays abroad in under a year, totalling almost two months and twelve countries. I am incredibly lucky in some aspects and it's a shame I take that for granted at times. Portugal was only eleven months ago and that seems like an absolute lifetime ago, honestly, so much has happened and changed in my life since then that it really could've been years ago. Fuck, Sweden was only six months ago and that seems even longer.
It seems I have to put my next holiday/break/escape/adventure on hold for the time being and get my act together in the real world. I should be trying harder to find a job and I don't think it helps that I don't have the motivation of being broke to speed up the process. I've fallen back into the enjoyable yet often boring and unfulfilling lifestyle of going to bed late, getting up when I want and having too much free time; a lifestyle I haven't been accustomed to in three years before I started my job. Honestly though, I'm not ready to go back into employment, I've never really fully accepted the fact that most people have to work 35 hours a week for most of their life. The difference is that you can get away with it when you're 20, not 24.
I was pretty much banking on the last two months of free time, holidays and different places being enough to clear my mind and clarify my thoughts, but it hasn't. As nice as it is being at home for a bit and seeing my family, I don't think it helps. I only really feel comfortable and at home in Leeds as it's where I've spent the last five years, I need it to think straight. Hopefully, if all goes to plan, by next month I'll have a new house and job in Leeds to well and truly help me back onto the horse of reality, it's probably what I need.
I'm still really sad about leaving Broomfield Terrace, I loved that house and had some amazing, unforgettable times there. It makes me want to cry a little bit when I think of how moving out signalled the end of an era, no longer is everyone living in Hyde Park. Moving day was emotional beyond words. Fuck off adulthood and real life. Seriously, fuck you.
Travelling was an enjoyable experience, I'm definitely glad I did it. I can't believe I've been on four separate holidays abroad in under a year, totalling almost two months and twelve countries. I am incredibly lucky in some aspects and it's a shame I take that for granted at times. Portugal was only eleven months ago and that seems like an absolute lifetime ago, honestly, so much has happened and changed in my life since then that it really could've been years ago. Fuck, Sweden was only six months ago and that seems even longer.
It seems I have to put my next holiday/break/escape/adventure on hold for the time being and get my act together in the real world. I should be trying harder to find a job and I don't think it helps that I don't have the motivation of being broke to speed up the process. I've fallen back into the enjoyable yet often boring and unfulfilling lifestyle of going to bed late, getting up when I want and having too much free time; a lifestyle I haven't been accustomed to in three years before I started my job. Honestly though, I'm not ready to go back into employment, I've never really fully accepted the fact that most people have to work 35 hours a week for most of their life. The difference is that you can get away with it when you're 20, not 24.
I was pretty much banking on the last two months of free time, holidays and different places being enough to clear my mind and clarify my thoughts, but it hasn't. As nice as it is being at home for a bit and seeing my family, I don't think it helps. I only really feel comfortable and at home in Leeds as it's where I've spent the last five years, I need it to think straight. Hopefully, if all goes to plan, by next month I'll have a new house and job in Leeds to well and truly help me back onto the horse of reality, it's probably what I need.
I'm still really sad about leaving Broomfield Terrace, I loved that house and had some amazing, unforgettable times there. It makes me want to cry a little bit when I think of how moving out signalled the end of an era, no longer is everyone living in Hyde Park. Moving day was emotional beyond words. Fuck off adulthood and real life. Seriously, fuck you.