There has been a lot going on in my head lately. Too much to try and distinguish what should be written down and what shouldn’t. Or rather what should be read by others and what should be kept to myself. We finally have an internet connection at the new apartment so I can write when I feel like and publish as soon as I want to. Of course, my previous method of blogging shouldn’t have been affected by the lack of internet connection except that apparently I’m too lazy to save my notepad draft on a USB key so I can publish a post when I get to work.
My heart left for Dublin almost 7 days ago and I miss him dearly. I had been feeling a little disconnected from the whole relationship for a while1 and while I’m not completely sure where I want to go with this blog… I’m finally ready to start talking again. I haven’t been absent due to a lack of something to say, I always have something to say but I needed to find a change.
Moving into the apartment helped except that I’m still relying on my parents a little bit2 and I don’t feel like I’m where I want to be but I’m on the way. I’ve got my tickets, my bags and I’m on the train but I hadn’t realised how long the journey was going to be. I can see that my stop is near though… I just hope there isn’t a detour on the route.
I’m registered with a few employment agencies and one lady in particular was really positive that she wouldn’t have a problem finding me a new position. After about a month or so, she has sent me three job positions and I’ve been selected for an interview with two of them. One was last Tuesday and the other one is this coming Friday. I’m going to keep the details to myself for now because of my belief that I could jinx things by telling too many people. I know it’s silly, but it’s my belief.
Right now I’m trying to figure out how to be more patient. More patient than I’ve already become since my teenage years. My room mate has a friend over and they have taken over 2 hours to get ready and leave the house. I could have started to make breakfast while they were here but I am a little annoyed that it felt like they were waiting for me to make breakfast, and when I wasn’t doing it they decided to go out for breakfast instead. I don’t like being assumed into a role, even if it is the role I prefer to be in.
But all in all, life is pretty good. Transition is good, but I’ll be happier when I get settled.
How have you all been?