The last 3 weeks have been full of little trials and setbacks. It has been a challenge being home, being on the other side of the world from my heart; being back at work and seeing the countdown of days sky-rocket back up to 140+. Well, approximately.
Because I don’t know when I’ll be back exactly. I’ve set a date for the end of my course, and as soon as possible after that, I’ll be pulling up roots and heading over to the unknown future. But when? I feel aimless and wandering without a date to count down to.
I’m not giving up on moving, but there are a few financial issues that need to be ironed out before I can go anywhere, so there are many hours to be worked, items to be sold, trip plans to be scrapped. I need to stop moping and start sleeping better, keeping tidier, writing more, expressing more.
This is the happiest and one of the hardest times of my life, all at once. Fallen head over heels, then separated. A little lost without someone who means the earth to me. Someone I’d make up if he didn’t exist. Someone I waited to find, and was worth the wait.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. 137.. ish.
(Scotland was great, by the way. Photos are on Flickr).