Just another one of those milestones…

September 29, 2005

I was born and grew up in Cornwall, England (for those not in the know the little sticky out bit at the bottom of England, where ‘Lands End’ is). When I was 21 (almost 22), in July 2000, I packed by my worldly belongings and moved 300 miles up the country to Brighton. Where I stayed for 4 years until last year after a particularly drawn out and tiring end of a relationship I decided that it was time to pack back up and move home.

So exactly 4 years after I moved up, I moved back down. It was great and scary at the same time. I had a wonderful summer, reforging old friendships, doing casual work and being at home. But when the beginning of September came round and I realised that the wages were low, the cost of living was high and quite frankly there is nothing to do in Cornwall in the winter I decided that I would move back to Brighton. My head was back together, my batteries were charged and if I wanted to get somewhere in life I needed to be in Brighton to do it.

It was so easy to come back that I am convinced that I did exactly what I had been meant to do all that time. Nothing went wrong for me from the start to the finish of my little break. The day I decided to move home my mum called to tell me my brother was moving out of the little flat that she rented to him. She had planned to come and stay with me a couple weeks before the date I was going home so she ended up taking a car load of my things back with her. The day after I got home my step dad had a job available at his work. The first bar I went into for extra work gave me a job. It was all so easy.

Coming back was just the same. I phoned my old boss to see if they had any work and they had employed some new people to start that day and one of them had not turned up. I could have my old job back. I had nowhere to live but a friend’s brother was away traveling and he let me rent a room in his house whilst I found my feet. Three days after I got in my car and drove back up the girl that had moved into my old shared house after me gave her month’s notice to move out and said that I could stay in her room for that month. So three moths later, same job, same house.

Why the post you ask? Well it is exactly a year today since I packed up my belongings again, chucked them back in my car and returned to Brighton after my three month sabbatical.

The first night back was the strangest ever. I felt so out of place. I had no idea what I was doing. I was out with my friends who I hadn’t seen for months and all I wanted to do was run away. I was scared and felt completely alone. Half of me was screaming ‘This was a stupid bloody mistake, you don’t fit in here’, the other half was just blubbing and not making any sense! That night was definitely one of the strangest of my life. I ended up sat down by the sea, desperately trying to get a grip and calm down. I sat there for two hours and then went to get on a bus. As I was waiting for the bus a guy started chatting to me. Normally this would have totally freaked me out but this time it just grounded me completely. The worst was over. ( I just totally remembered about that guy. Strange).

So here I am. One year on. And blatantly stealing from Leonie’s site, here is my year!

Jobs: One
Payrises: Two (not huge but good none the same)
Abodes: Two
Boyfriends: One
First Kisses: Two
Blogs: One
Concerts: Loads (2005 was the year of live music)
Units of Alcohol consumed: Ha ha ha. Too many to count.
Nights spent in a tent: Nine
Festivals: One
Friends gained: A couple
Friends lost: None
Friends turned into acquaintances: A couple
Crushes at work: Two
Holidays: One
Drunken texts: Too many to count
Family health scares: Two
Grandparents passed away: One
Cars: Two
Fun times: Lots and lots. Including quite a few moments when I have looked around em and got that warm fuzzy feeling and thought all my friends are great.
Bad times: None that really stick out. That is good.

All in all it has been a really good year. I have no regrets and plenty of great memories. I can’t explain how I feel right now. Writing this post has bought all this right to the forefront of my mind. I am a mix up of emotions right now. But overall I am happy and that is good. And I have all you new wonderful bloggy friends too. Lucky me :o)

5 Comments

  • Reply Doug September 29, 2005 at 6:15 pm

    wow, sounds like a very busy time. I know how you feel about the whole moving thing. Everything has been going so good for me in regards to transitioning from married to bacheleor, it’s scary and I keep waiting for the monster to creep up behind me and stab me in the back.

  • Reply AnonymousCoworker September 29, 2005 at 6:52 pm

    Good for you! Not everyone is able to move out, take a sabbatical, and then strike out on their own again. I hope your next year is even better.

  • Reply Serra September 29, 2005 at 8:32 pm

    Good for you–sounds like the break was just what you needed.

  • Reply Dancinfairy September 29, 2005 at 10:16 pm

    Thanks guys, it was exactly what I needed to do. Well here comes next year!

  • Reply Léonie September 30, 2005 at 10:27 am

    Wow, great post. I really hope things continue to swing much more on the side of the good times than the bad. Also bring on that fuzzy feeling – it’s lovely.
    This year will be the best yet. I just feel it…

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