I don’t even want to look at when my last entry was! It’s been so long since I’ve had the energy or enthusiasm to blog. For a while, I was just plain miserable. I was quickly realising that my life could be going in a very different, exciting direction, but something was holding me back. Since I got my job, my whole life has changed and I’m so happy!
My last post was just after graduation. That was weird. One of the girls I was fairly friendly with in the 1st year was very pregnant and talking about working in Boots and it scared the bejesus out of me.
I was on the verge of settling down.. Something that seems so utterly ridiculous to me now, looking back, over a year later. I had plans to move in with Alex when he got onto a masters course, and then I’d have to find a job wherever that was. The plan went further than that, and that scared me, even then. Babies and where are we going to start a family.. The kind of shit I just shouldn’t have to deal with at 22. A year later, that kind of thing still doesn’t matter. But that’s just it – no future planning (not too far, anyway) and having as much fun as possible while I can afford it, and have no responsibilities to get in the way.
Ha! I just noticed – the last point of my last post – Street Yoga. I promised I’d elaborate, and I shall..
I went out to see Jack and Bernie, who I went to school with. They both live in London now, and Jack makes music, so I went to one of his gigs in New Cross. It was fun, and I drank K cider for the first time (not the last). A Spanish-speaking guy tried dancing on me after I gave him some extra bread I had for plugging my ears as the venue was very small and the music was very loud. That wasn’t nice, so I pushed him away. Later, as we left, nursing JAck who ended up vomming all over an alleyway (I sat in it in my Mum’s lovely dress from 1980something) he shouted something in Spanish that I actually learned in school along the lines of, “Guapa!”
Yeah, it was creepy (srsly, the dancing :/), but it was the second time a stranger had, in a roundabout way, hit on me that year, and in a way it made me feel good about myself. Boosted my confidence a little.
Actually, perhaps more than a little (or maybe it was the cider) as it wasn’t long before I decided to try my new yoga-skills (*facepalm*). And there was born – street yoga. This happened again, outside a hostel at a meet-up in May. Now THAT is a good story. I’ll have to go into it some time.
