Oh well...

Reading back to my last post, I realise my current post is not one week later. Not at all. The holiday has come and gone - although the memories are very much alive and hence it doesn't seem so far away. I did have a lovely time in Paris...

I don't get the urge to blog quite so often now. So it's worrying when I do. I think it's an indication that my mood's not well moderated - either too high and I wanna exclaim to the world, or too low where, actually, i should be thinking of ways to cheer up instead of moaning about it here.

Abruptly, it is a good time now to announce that I am moving. Since when did life get so complicated? All these flat viewings, negotiating rent, bills, taxes.... feels terribly adult. I haven't secured accomodation yet (and that is causing sleepless nights) but I do have an idea where I'm going to go... and if it doesn't work out, I do have a Plan B i.e. I won't be sleeping on the street. But the hassle! Packing, moving, unpacking... all the time and effort required...

6 weeks to my holidays.

8 weeks to moving house.

That's what I'm obsessing about nowadays.

On a slightly more positive note, I am working in a job that I love (for the next 6months at least) - doing stroke rehab. I just love the challenges and the variety. No 2 strokes and no 2 persons are the same... in fact, tomorrow, I'm taking a bus into town with a patient! We're practicing to get from his house into town so he can get to the supermarket! Simple things that I don't even think about mean so much to them...

And with that, I'm going to end this post filled with disjointed sentences and abrupt thoughts (the product of a stressed mind) and hopefully, the next post will be a lot calmer.