Six Months in a Nutshell

Well, if I'm starting this thing up again, I suppose I'll have to give readers a summary of where I've been for the past six months or so! (I know this journal hadn't been updated since around October or thereabouts, so even longer in this case...)

• Split with boyfriend of a year around christmas - woebegone for weeks (still the best of friends with him, though, so that's good...)
• Grandfather ill around the same time - which added salt to the wounds - fortunately full recovery was made
• Lost my job - which I knew was gonna happen, but still...
• Decided a change of life was needed, moved to Cambridge, stayed between boyfriend and his friend for a few months while settling, getting job, etc
• Found a place to live (room in a houseshare), found a good job (temporary with a view to becoming permanent)
• Finally, life settles again!!!

So, that's my past six months.

What next?

When I got back online, decided I needed to pool my circle of friends and expand it. Contacted a few people I'd been meaning to get to know - and one in particular is visiting me this weekend. Could be the setting in stone of a wunnerful friendship, could be something more. I'm still in love with the guy I split up with, but we can't have everything, can we? ;o) I need to move on - get on with my life. It's very strange wanting someone again that's not Him, but rather pleasant at the same time.

ANYWAY... enough reminiscing... roll on the weekend, and sunnier times ;o)

Rainy Days Don't Matter

I stare down at the pillow through tear-filled eyes, the crisp white reduced to a dull grey in the darkness. I have my phone in my hand; I keep flicking between two numbers, indecisive as always. I highlight one number, hover my thumb over ‘call’ until the backlight fades from inactivity. The suddenly cast shadows draw my attention away from the pillow again and I look back to the phone, flick to the other number as the display lights up eagerly.

I sigh and rub at my eyes with the tissue I hold balled up in my hand. Must I always go through this? I can’t call the person who’s causing the tears – it’s 12:30am, and I know he was shattered at 10pm – if I call, even in this state, he’ll grumble. I don’t think I could stand that.

I stare at the second number – the alternative. He’s said I can call any time. So far I haven’t taken him up on that offer. I always have this fear of inconveniencing people – even with something they’ve offered sincerely, selflessly. Maybe now would be a good time to take advantage of his offer. The tears have almost stopped, but still – I think hearing a friendly voice will do me good.

Thirty minutes of thinking myself in circles, and I push ‘call’. He answers, I talk, he responds – he makes me laugh. His voice, smooth and rich, permeates my senses. Suddenly I’m happy. With friends like him, rainy days don’t matter.


(Thought I'd start up a normal blog again (aside to my writing one). Life seems to be settling down, with some exciting things happening... anyway, I'll see how it goes!)