Glutton

Been a while since I was here last. I think it's partly because I don't have a lot to write about, and I feel like I'm just repeating myself. Still no job, still at home, still missing Hull and still baking. In the past few weeks I have baked chocolate biscuit cake; chocolate chip cookies; apple & strawberry crumble; lemon & yogurt cake; salsa; chocolate cake and shortbread. Lots of shortbread. That one was good. And tonight I tried muffins, which didn't turn out so great. I know myself it's a coping mechanism. I get bored or stressed or depressed and I bake. Generally something sweet that I can use to stuff my face. I am a comfort eater. I always have been. It's such a bad thing. Especially since I'm not walking nearly as much here as I would in England. I need to start going walking every day, instead of once or twice a week.

But on the upside, I am going to Dublin in a few days to firstly help out at a Higher Options Conference. Someone I know from Hull Uni contacted me about it a few weeks ago, its three days of standing and convincing secondary school students that Hull Uni is an amazing place for Irish people to be! Which it is! I am testament to that. And secondly to spend time with the girls who live up there. And lastly {and probably most importantly} someone's coming over from Hull for the weekend to see me. Which I can't wait for! Oh, and a trip to the Zoo with my lil sister and some others. Photos will follow I'm sure.

On a totally different note, my nephew and Godson started big school. He looks so cute in his uniform, it's adorable, IF a little weird. Still getting used to it. Stranger still is that two girls I went to school with are the teachers of his class and the other junior infants class. It's odd going to pick him up and seeing them at the doors of the school; the same school I spent 6 years at!

Three Months On

Surprisingly three months of working with tourists and dealing with their unending requests for irons and remote controls and channel 4 has flown. I thought this summer would drag on, and there were some days that did seem as long as a month, but it's over. Yesterday was my last day. And I'm not sure that I'll miss it. It helped me discover that I don't like:
A) working with tourists;
B) working in an office and
C) talking on the phone.
I kind of knew all these before hand but they're definate in my mind now.

But on the flipside, finishing means I have about two weeks before I go back to Hull, which I'm looking forward to but am nervous about at the same time. This is my third year. My FINAL year. My last shot. I never thought I'd go to college, let alone finish a degree and I'm two thirds of the way there. I'm sort of reluctant to leave Tramore now. No matter how much grief I give about this town it's still my hometown. I know everyone and everyplace - both have good and bad points to them. Hull is still a relatively strange place to me. I know my little world, the streets I go to and walk on but there's so much more to it I don't know yet, and probably won't.

The next trick is figuring out what I want. This being my last year people have begun to ask me what I am going to do when I finish, and the honest answer is I don't know. I'm not even 100% sure what I can do. I know what I would like to do. I'd like to travel. I'd like to finally read all the books I've wanted to read. I'd like to fall in love. I'd like to see every continent. I'd like to own a bookstore, maybe in mainland Europe. I'd like to learn to speak french properly, not just the small bit I can remember from school. I'd like to be an Editor. I'd like to write childrens books. But the reality is much different - for the time being anyway. I'll probably end up in some office job I intensely dislike for a few years, so I can pay off loans and then save some money. Then.....who knows?

Open to suggestions.....!