The struggle to start my first post is real. I thought I’d just start with “something.” Now it’s month three since I returned from traveling around Southeast Asia, and the fear of time ticking by while I’m NOT traveling has really sunk its teeth in. All I can think about is being away, meeting new people, and eating delicious new foods.
My brain was never wired for the UK. I find it sad, dull, and depressing. We’ve just been through a changeover in government leadership, and all I could say was, “Ah well, nothing will change.” It’s a sentiment shared by many here, but why do I feel like that? I don’t remember more than ten minutes of a negative thought while I was away… in the sun… taking pictures. I think I’m starting to see why.
I sit here looking out the window of my Mam’s house at the beautiful fields and cloud formations, and I feel so uninspired. I’ve spent yet another day looking for work, sending emails, and filling out application forms that will probably never reach anyone’s desk. There’s that pessimistic British side of me again.
It’s been a long 18 months, minus the traveling, but it just feels like it’s getting longer. “Try something new, eh? Follow your passion!” I’ve tried everything you can think of, even persuading others to join me. Maybe my lack of conviction is why people don’t want to be part of it. There, figured it out.
For now, I’ll go back to sending horrendous voice notes to my best mate Gavin, hoping he receives them, instantly stops helping his patients, and replies with his own variation of audible childishness.
