It's come at exactly the right time both emotionally and logistically. My flatmate is getting married and the stress of finding properties in London is almost too hard to bear. I'd been looking for new challenges for a while and applied for many jobs in New York and California, yet ended up in Bristol. Hmm. Not quite the glamour I was expecting, but a true testament to God not stretching us beyond our capabilities. If this year has taught me anything, it's how important my family are to me. I'm worried about the 4 hour drive distance, I don't know how I'd cope with the 12hr flight distance.
So it's my first night, and I miss London. I miss going round to P, L+R's for tea. I miss an invite to the pub with A+L, and possibly R. I miss L taking me to an amazing gig or something wonderful at the BFI. I miss CCB. I miss Balham. I miss those spur-of-the-moment evenings out. I miss having friends.
But, I need a break from London. I need distance to make the heart grow fonder and the purse strings stronger. London was becoming a stress, not a joy - an exhausting hamster wheel of work and commitments and self imposed benchmarks that I was failing to meet. So this is my 6 month escape, where I revel in having no friends* and saving money and learning to cook and walking home from work and learning to love London again. At least this is what I think it is. God's hand has been evident in this from the start. Maybe He'll surprise me yet again.
* I am planning to get some friends. In fact I'm meeting three tomorrow. I won't be a total recluse. Hopefully.
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I think I need one of those times. London is becoming a bit of an ^&$.
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