Implausible quantities of news
Right, hello. Many apologies that I haven't updated in such a long time, or contacted any of my dear friends for a month or two. I haven't had access to the internet for a while, but since I last updated such a ridiculous amount of stuff has happened to me that it's difficult to know where to begin in setting it all out for you.
I moved out of my parents' house. It seems we get on much better when we aren't living together and there are parts of my life which are actually private and personal again. I moved into a nice four-bedroomed city-centre house with Uday, which despite it's problems (we haven't worked out the hot-water system yet, and the next door neighbours have a number of very loud children), always has the sweet smell of incense in the air, and is a nice cosy place to get back to after work. Living in the city centre is more satisfying that I would previously have given it credit for, and I am now able to walk to and from work (though I'll admit that I am often lazy and get the bus in the morning). Walking home is great because you often find yourself travelling at a greater speed than the occupants of the cars which make up the lines of traffic crammed onto the city's roads - my look of self-satisfaction is rarely as noticeable as when I overtake the single occupant of an SUV. Ho hum.
On the subject of work - I still have a job, which may well be a miracle in itself. I am finding office work somewhat dull and repetitive, however. I honestly feel quite deeply sorry for the swathes of people who go to work in an office every morning - it's just so dehumanising and claustrophobic working as a small cog in the huge machine of a multi-national. Maybe my usage of such a dire cliché gives you some idea of what working in such an organisation has done to my creative ability. Sigh.
Still, I'm only staying at the aforementioned company for another week, because (and this is my big news) - I'm returning to Lampeter to finish my degree. I've dealt with my depression and a lot of my personal 'issues', and I feel suitably more mature and complete, to the point where I really want to re-enter education. I'm looking forward to going back immensely. If I want to start back in the second year, however, I've got a lot of work to do. I need to complete the essays which I missed when I left, and sit my exams for the first time when others are doing re-sits. The university has agreed to waive the re-sit fees, however, and seem really enthusiastic about me returning, which is certainly encouraging me to push for this goal. It does mean that I have my work cut out in the coming weeks - we'll have to see what happens. If I do go back (still only a 50/50 chance, I think), I'm going to have to do a lot of things differently, but I think my outlook has changed enough that I would do things differently, and I think this break has been good for me.
As my grandfather muttered when my parents informed him about yet another change of circumstances on my part - "I wish he'd make his bloody mind up".
The ability to make firm decisions and stick to them seems to be something that I quite severely lack though, and let's be honest about this - It's making my life a whole lot more interesting.
I moved out of my parents' house. It seems we get on much better when we aren't living together and there are parts of my life which are actually private and personal again. I moved into a nice four-bedroomed city-centre house with Uday, which despite it's problems (we haven't worked out the hot-water system yet, and the next door neighbours have a number of very loud children), always has the sweet smell of incense in the air, and is a nice cosy place to get back to after work. Living in the city centre is more satisfying that I would previously have given it credit for, and I am now able to walk to and from work (though I'll admit that I am often lazy and get the bus in the morning). Walking home is great because you often find yourself travelling at a greater speed than the occupants of the cars which make up the lines of traffic crammed onto the city's roads - my look of self-satisfaction is rarely as noticeable as when I overtake the single occupant of an SUV. Ho hum.
On the subject of work - I still have a job, which may well be a miracle in itself. I am finding office work somewhat dull and repetitive, however. I honestly feel quite deeply sorry for the swathes of people who go to work in an office every morning - it's just so dehumanising and claustrophobic working as a small cog in the huge machine of a multi-national. Maybe my usage of such a dire cliché gives you some idea of what working in such an organisation has done to my creative ability. Sigh.
Still, I'm only staying at the aforementioned company for another week, because (and this is my big news) - I'm returning to Lampeter to finish my degree. I've dealt with my depression and a lot of my personal 'issues', and I feel suitably more mature and complete, to the point where I really want to re-enter education. I'm looking forward to going back immensely. If I want to start back in the second year, however, I've got a lot of work to do. I need to complete the essays which I missed when I left, and sit my exams for the first time when others are doing re-sits. The university has agreed to waive the re-sit fees, however, and seem really enthusiastic about me returning, which is certainly encouraging me to push for this goal. It does mean that I have my work cut out in the coming weeks - we'll have to see what happens. If I do go back (still only a 50/50 chance, I think), I'm going to have to do a lot of things differently, but I think my outlook has changed enough that I would do things differently, and I think this break has been good for me.
As my grandfather muttered when my parents informed him about yet another change of circumstances on my part - "I wish he'd make his bloody mind up".
The ability to make firm decisions and stick to them seems to be something that I quite severely lack though, and let's be honest about this - It's making my life a whole lot more interesting.