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so, here's the real, real
I haven't been updating my blog. I feel like it gets to this time of year, and this automatically happens, because I get the holiday blues.
used to it
I recently read an article about reverse culture shock and how it can take some people 6 months before they feel right again. I think I’m somewhere in between.
floating
I am in limbo. Stuck between the ‘here’ that I have to be, and the ‘there’ that I want to be.
unfamiliar faces
There is something curious about living in a place that you didn't grow up in. You have to learn the nuances of people's behaviour, the political attitudes of this new place, what their version of fun is.
On having your soul crushed
It's 11pm and you're still in the office. By your count you've worked at least 50 hours this week and it's only Thursday. You've been working on a big piece of work, it's important, you feel like you've put your blood, sweat and tears into it, trying to ready it for a presentation to the boss. But you already know you've wasted your time.
when sides align
I saw a guy last night on the tube, solving and then resetting a Rubik’s Cube, over and over again. It took him about 30 seconds to solve before he mixed the squares up and started over.
lots of little things
Sometimes the week just kind of disappears, doesn’t it? I’ve been trying to focus on/ remember the little things that make me happy throughout the week; the things that seem inconsequential but when I look more closely at them, I realise that they helped me survive the week.
here's hoping for 2017
So I keep coming across the phrase 'New Year New Me', and although it's shrouded in cliche, I like what it represents. If like me you found 2016, especially the second half, to be an unconscionable beast with a mind of it's own, impacting negatively on your personal life and general view of society, the opportunity to start again is enticing as fuck.
bracing for the cold
Midnight, or 12.04am to be exact. The Piccadilly line is taking an age, and there are people scattered on the platform. I'm exhausted, in the way that's starting to feel more and more like London.