The first day of the rest of my life starts tomorrow because I HAVE A JOB. It’s not even midday and I’ve already made my packed lunch and have decided on my outfit, but start as you mean to go on and all that. I’m actually really looking forward to being able to do things with my weekends, because at the moment they feel exactly the same as the rest of the week (apart from gin o’clock, obvs). For some annoying reason, it’s difficult to enjoy downtime when you don’t have any uptime.
My brother has gone back to uni today for his final year, and I have to say, I’m pretty glad I’m not going back too. I did (mostly) have a great time in York, but I think I’m ready to get away from education and into the world of work. Studying is pretty much never finished, and I’m looking forward to being able to leave my work at the office (I really enjoyed that – can’t believe I can now say ‘at the office’). The only thing I do kind of wish I were doing is moving into a new house. When I say ‘house’ I obviously mean ‘pokey little flat’, but I’m actually so excited to move into London. My one condition is that the flat has a balcony, even if it’s barely big enough to stand on. I just have this image of myself looking out across the city at 6.30am, hands wrapped around my morning coffee. Unsure whether that’s a realistic thing to want, and if it does happen I’ll probably choose an extra five minutes in bed instead, but it’s good to have goals.
Anyway, I’m definitely getting ahead of myself – I’ve barely been back at home for a month and I haven’t even begun to start saving any money. So it looks like you’ve got me for a while yet, dearest parents.
If you’re wondering why there’s a picture of a cappuccino at the top of this post, it’s to mark the end of my mid-week trips into town with my Dad for coffee and a wander. I guess I’ll have to start doing what normal employed people do and go to town at the weekend. Gutted.