The Storm Before the Calm
Quite predictably I'm far far behind with sorting out packing and the mental reprogramming that I need to get done before I can leave London.
I keep veering from moments when I suddenly realise that for at least one year I'm not going to have to work in an office (and fairly tripping off the bus), to moments of utter stomach-dropping panic when I think about leaving work and friends in London. There's no question that this is totally the right thing to be doing, but leaving behind the stability here is an interesting sensation.
So the next two weeks are going to be a maelstrom of boxes and phone calls and vans and trying to catch up with people before leaving my beautiful city. I may return, or I may decide to go and be a park ranger in that desolate Argentinian national park I read about once....
I keep veering from moments when I suddenly realise that for at least one year I'm not going to have to work in an office (and fairly tripping off the bus), to moments of utter stomach-dropping panic when I think about leaving work and friends in London. There's no question that this is totally the right thing to be doing, but leaving behind the stability here is an interesting sensation.
So the next two weeks are going to be a maelstrom of boxes and phone calls and vans and trying to catch up with people before leaving my beautiful city. I may return, or I may decide to go and be a park ranger in that desolate Argentinian national park I read about once....
posted by Simone Webber at 12:21 pm
1 Comments:
Argentinian national park <-- doitdoitdoit!! I'd definitely come and visit. Perhaps for longer than you'd like. In fact i might just pitch a tent and stay all summer and thus avoid the Evil British Winter.
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