Twas the night before Xmas.
And I'm cooking indian snackfood. Onion bhajis, vegetable pakora, samosas. Mmmm. Festive.
Tomorrow I'm going to make ninjabread men (because sigridir still knows me very well) and that will be equally festive. Festivity is about silly little things, not necessarily cuddles under blankets and comfortable ritualistic TV and the like. You make what you can of it.
Christmas is going to be boring this year.
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So. End of July I quit my job. I couldn't take the phone-work anymore, and after holding together as long as I could I felt that now that terrana was capable of holding the house together financially for a bit, I could let her. Me, I took a three-month break in California (with interludes in Orlando and Seattle), and it did me no end of good, I think.
I'm people-oriented. I saw some of my very very favourite people and got to spend time with a lot of other really really cool folks. They're good folks. They keep me going.
And now I'm back in the UK, and I'm jobseeking (with good leads on a maternity cover job in the financial industry that should tide me over until my next aim), and today I finally submitted my application for university. I didn't get to do it the first time around, and now seems an appropriate time for a second attempt.
I'm a 'mature student'. Heh. Which just brings to mind a Stephen-Fry-ism: "Little girls grow up to be women and little boys grow up to be big little boys."
I don't feel mature. I feel sort of directionless and confused and unsure and such. But I'm going to make a go of it and who knows, in four years' time I might even be a qualified professional in something other than being shouted at about money! Fingers crossed, eh?
It's been an interesting year.
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I'm grateful for every one of you, and I hope you all have the very, very best Christmas-or-equivalent-celebration. I neglect a lot of you far more than is in any way acceptable, and that's not good, but it doesn't stop you being the very best people there are.
Be safe. Be warm. Be as happy as you can manage. And next year will be better still.
Tomorrow I'm going to make ninjabread men (because sigridir still knows me very well) and that will be equally festive. Festivity is about silly little things, not necessarily cuddles under blankets and comfortable ritualistic TV and the like. You make what you can of it.
Christmas is going to be boring this year.
---
So. End of July I quit my job. I couldn't take the phone-work anymore, and after holding together as long as I could I felt that now that terrana was capable of holding the house together financially for a bit, I could let her. Me, I took a three-month break in California (with interludes in Orlando and Seattle), and it did me no end of good, I think.
I'm people-oriented. I saw some of my very very favourite people and got to spend time with a lot of other really really cool folks. They're good folks. They keep me going.
And now I'm back in the UK, and I'm jobseeking (with good leads on a maternity cover job in the financial industry that should tide me over until my next aim), and today I finally submitted my application for university. I didn't get to do it the first time around, and now seems an appropriate time for a second attempt.
I'm a 'mature student'. Heh. Which just brings to mind a Stephen-Fry-ism: "Little girls grow up to be women and little boys grow up to be big little boys."
I don't feel mature. I feel sort of directionless and confused and unsure and such. But I'm going to make a go of it and who knows, in four years' time I might even be a qualified professional in something other than being shouted at about money! Fingers crossed, eh?
It's been an interesting year.
---
I'm grateful for every one of you, and I hope you all have the very, very best Christmas-or-equivalent-celebration. I neglect a lot of you far more than is in any way acceptable, and that's not good, but it doesn't stop you being the very best people there are.
Be safe. Be warm. Be as happy as you can manage. And next year will be better still.