One Month

Today is the one month anniversary of my leaving home. And it's really starting to kick in. The homesickness I mean.

I guess I had high hopes, and thought I'd be in employment of some kind by the start of February. So far I have had one - unsuccessful - interview, and thats been it. Not a hint of a word from anywhere else. Oh well. Don't have the magic powers to sort it all out unfortunately.

What bothers me is this: I graduated two and a half years ago, and since then everyone has said to me that it will happen. "Something will come up for you." I'm kind of done with being patient and trying to find work and nothing happening. I can be a very patient person, but two years of waiting for something thats right for me to appear is about a year too long.

Fingers crossed for the next leg of the journey. Hopefully there won't be too many hurdles in this one.

Boys are stupid - Throw rocks at them.

Boys are messy. And smelly. And loud. And inconsiderate. And I am aware I sound about 12 years old right about now, but it is kind of how I feel. I am in a house with four boys. Its tough. I am more comfortable here than I was ten days ago; but I'm still feeling the urge to jump ship. If only slightly.

With Batman working all day Monday to Friday, it leaves a lot of time to fill. And though I am filling it in an attempt to find a job, there is only so much time I can research non existant jobs. The average daily job posting per jobsite is about 15. Take into account being under- and being over-qualified for about 90% of them and we can work out that I'm applying for about 2 jobs a day. Which is good, especially the way things are, but its also not very positive.

I am doing my best to stay focused and keep searching; keep applying. Even when I know the chances of my getting an interview are slim I will still apply. Which I think is the main aim. Surely someone out there is going to like what they see on my application.

I'm Here!!

I've been in the Uk for less than a week. I already kind of want to abandon my plan. Because I'm still scared. I thought being here with Batman would make me feel less scared, but it doesn't. It helped for a day or two and then wore off.

I've had a few days of not having to do anything, besides a little tidying up. So I've been thinking. And we all know thats a bad idea. But I've come to the conclusion that I don't really like the person I've become. The girl I was 3 years ago would hate me right now. And I'm not sure how to change that. I don't want to go backwards, thats for sure, but I'm not sure yet how to go forwards and still get back to liking myself.

I do promise updates though. Because it seems that I will have some time on my hands in the upcoming weeks, I will try to write more often. I say that alot though. But we'll see how it goes.