Yes, I have quit my job, my boss - who despite underpaying me is actually a nice guy - agreed to the two months I wanted before leaving. Our landlords are still kicking us out. My sister/flatmate has found somewhere to live while she sorts herself out. So starting from June I will be homeless and jobless. I have not yet decided exactly when I will go to London. I have too many other things to sort out first.
Now that I have come to a decision, I'm feeling less stressed and confused. That doesn't stop me from getting randomly scared or overemotional though.
To offset the maudlin self-centeredness of this post so far, look at this cuteness:
This morning when stepping out of my building I saw this cute graffiti on the road just in front. Later on my sister called me (while I was in the town planning office no less) to tell me her boyfriend had drawn it as a surprise for her. Her bedroom balcony overlooks the road. I thought it was sweet and kind of romantic. My sister found it embarrassing. She's a bit uptight like that.
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