Dear friends,
Aug. 21st, 2012 08:19 pmI love you all very much, but you do seem to be overly-fond of August 25th.
After months of nothing apart from Lashings rehearsals and the occasional pub-trip, I have now been invited to four separate parties this Saturday.
Three of them are in the same city, so I could attempt some kind of social-whirlwind and show my face at all three... but I have a terrible habit of settling in places, and once I'm comfortable somewhere, never wanting to leave, however pressing my reasons.
So maybe I should make the effort and go to the one in the far-off place, see lovely friends that I've not seen for ages... but so soon after Edinburgh the idea of that long on public transport is filling me with dread. Also, I'll be three days into a new job and have no way of predicting how I'll feel.
It's lucky that you're all such understanding people, who'll put up with my "maybe"s on Facebook and my non-replies to emails..
Uh, yeah, I'm back from three weeks in Edinburgh. Restless and aching with my hair too-short for work. I have grandiose plans to get better at music and to unfuck my habitat. New year's resolutions, I guess; they always did start in September for me.
And this year, it really is a new start; a new job, starting tomorrow, back where I want to be. We'll see, we'll see. A year's part-time work, starting and finishing with the academic year? It's too, too perfect for someone who never quite wanted to leave university. (At school, when pressed to answer, that was always my dream career - to go to university, and never leave. Well, I haven't yet, not really - I've had a blue-topped card pretty much continually since 2004. This place has been my adulthood.)
After months of nothing apart from Lashings rehearsals and the occasional pub-trip, I have now been invited to four separate parties this Saturday.
Three of them are in the same city, so I could attempt some kind of social-whirlwind and show my face at all three... but I have a terrible habit of settling in places, and once I'm comfortable somewhere, never wanting to leave, however pressing my reasons.
So maybe I should make the effort and go to the one in the far-off place, see lovely friends that I've not seen for ages... but so soon after Edinburgh the idea of that long on public transport is filling me with dread. Also, I'll be three days into a new job and have no way of predicting how I'll feel.
It's lucky that you're all such understanding people, who'll put up with my "maybe"s on Facebook and my non-replies to emails..
Uh, yeah, I'm back from three weeks in Edinburgh. Restless and aching with my hair too-short for work. I have grandiose plans to get better at music and to unfuck my habitat. New year's resolutions, I guess; they always did start in September for me.
And this year, it really is a new start; a new job, starting tomorrow, back where I want to be. We'll see, we'll see. A year's part-time work, starting and finishing with the academic year? It's too, too perfect for someone who never quite wanted to leave university. (At school, when pressed to answer, that was always my dream career - to go to university, and never leave. Well, I haven't yet, not really - I've had a blue-topped card pretty much continually since 2004. This place has been my adulthood.)
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Date: 2012-08-21 08:28 pm (UTC)