Up North visiting family for a few days. It’s hmm, day three, and the enforced socialising has started to get to me. It’s that or my Dad going on about how equality is ruining the country or dealing with my Mum’s anxiety displayed when she fusses over me when I do not wish to take part. Ugh.
I’m ready to go home.
Home is where I will put my onesie on and/or make a nest of duvet and blankets and excitedly read my new book on the biological roots of crime. Reading about serial killers and how society fucks kids up is my kind of festive period woooooo. Home is where I will curl up and ignore New Years and feel good having steak and ice cream all to myself. Home is where I can be me.
The only plans I have are to meet up with Leia Ewok Village and see some art with Number One Aunt. The rest of the time I am going to sleep, absorb the internet and ponder upon what I want with regards the future, both career-wise and personally.
At the moment, I’d very much like to have a stimulating new work environment (preferably set in beautiful Colorado), a one bed flat and a bajillion hours of kissing, hand-holding and sexual exploration with an equal. Oh and also a dog.
Not that any of those things is achievable.
Perhaps I could start on my pile of washing up… :D
