A very smug Christmas indeed…

December 13th, 2009 · 2 Comments · Personal

I’m glad to report that sometimes the grass really can be greener. Admittedly it’s hidden under some leaves right now, but yes, it’s definitely twinkling away under all that frost.

I’ve been rather remiss with blogging of late, and whilst I’d like to blame the recent upheaval and new job, it’s honestly because I’m living in a house with three blood relatives after 7 years of living on my own, meaning most of my time has been spent trying not to punch various family members in the face at any given moment.

The cons of giving up London are vast:

I can’t drink anymore, I have to drive everywhere. I was under the belief alcohol was my lifeblood, and am therefore pleasantly surprised to find myself still breathing.

I have no friends in Dorset and am therefore technically a big fat lonely loner with no friends to call my own.

I actually go to the gym because there’s little else to do… yet I’m still getting fatter…

I have to live in a small cottage with my parents and one extremely lazy sister who’s managed to live rent and job free for the last 6 years. The cheeky little sod.

My room is the size of a toilet cubicle and I had to throw away over half a wardrobe of clothes…

… not that you need them down here. I live in a hoody, wellies and an old pair of jeans.

I’ve slimmed the list down some, it is even longer than this, I must admit. But, my list of pros somehow outweighs them all:

I’m happy. Happier than I’ve been in a very long time. I can’t even pin down why, I just am (after the alcohol withdrawal shakes that is).

I went back to London last weekend, and it dawned on me just how much I didn’t want to be there. You get so used to something, that you start brushing your feelings under the carpet and ignore them, even as they grow. As soon as I arrived I couldn’t wait to leave again. London screams anonymity and depression. I barely saw a happy person the whole time I was there and I felt sorry for every single person I saw!

I promised myself I would leave London by Christmas 2008. I was a year late, but it’s been worth the wait. I have to admit, I’ll be spending just a moment or two this festive holiday feeling just a little bit smug.

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  • 1 BarryJ // Dec 13, 2009 at 7:34 AM

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  • 2 tophlammiepie // Jan 6, 2010 at 11:20 AM

    Coincidentally, my brother did exactly what you did a few years back – ended up in Dorchester – best move of his life. I’ve been looking for the opportunity ever since he did, but there just aren’t that many jobs engineering the interwebs down that way.

    Good luck!