…well, you’re whatever you want to be, i guess.
Things are altogether a bit strange at the moment. Which makes it all the harder, blogging wise. I’m well aware that i’ve blogged a lot about Spain, and i’m trying to find usual day to day things to write about. But life just isn’t day to day right now. I’ve not settled, I still feel a little like i’m on holiday. My body is all out of sync, my brain is stressed and the two combined are making me feel rather ill.
On a positive, the apartment feels like home, well ‘a’ home now. Although home is still in the UK in my mind, i’m hoping that this will change pretty soon.
I’m blowing hot and cold. One moment, everything is glorious and the next moment i get hit by a whole load of ‘holy crap i’m living in another country, i miss my friends and my home and i don’t know anyone and i don’t want to go to work and i don’t want to have to walk up that big fucking hill (which i do, every time i want to go somewhere)’.
I was thinking of getting an old push bike, just to make getting some places a bit quicker….but then i really don’t think i’d be able to make it up the hill on a bike. I can only just make it walking. I’m torturing my poor little legs, and they’re not even getting thinner for it, they’re just screaming at me.
So now the sun is shining, i have a migrane, i drank too much orange juice and i have to go and sit on the bus for half an hour just to get somewhere.
I am a swirling mass of contradictions.
So of course, things like being put in the woodwork class at school were never going to be a good idea. I got top marks for my designs and drawings of what my jewellery box would look like. In fact, last time i went to the school, they were still up on the wall. Making it was another matter. The sides were wonky. The joints were wonky. When it was glued together, it wasn’t as much ‘box’ but more like a slightly squiffy sideways diamond.









