Mood: A little lost

Listening: Glowing in the Darkest Night

This is a real quick one because I feel enormous pressure to produce literally anything for my audience of at least 2 people.

I’ve been in this place for two months now and yeah, everything’s going well, actually, no, not everything, I’m still unemployed, but I’m meeting people and settling in and having an adventure and all the usual dumb white immigrant stuff.

I’m living for a change, I cannot believe how not shit I feel.

Back home I had neither energy nor patience for anything, here I’ve not stopped since I got off the boat.
Meeting people, trying new things, roaming the city at night, taking the bus just to see where it goes.

Life’s a lot easier when you don’t absolutely hate where you’re living and your job and half the people you know, who’d have thunk?

It’s not all perfect, the first month was miserable, compounded by familial trouble, but I’m glad I took the chance to get out, all I need to do now is stick the landing, get some work and dig in.

Unfortunately some things have definitely fallen by the wayside, this site for one, I have about 30,000 words worth of draft posts but I’m getting nowhere with turning them into anything worth publishing, there’s too much else to do and right now my mood is too variable to stick to any one theme for longer than five minutes.

I am reading a lot, which is good, and I’ve been doing a little bit of poetry on the side, nothing I want to publish, but the process has been rewarding.

I turned 30 a few days ago, and I’ve never felt better.
At 20 I don’t think I expected to make it this far.
Roll on 40 and the end of the world.