Fighting Tiger

I figured that this time would come. I’d start working fulltime again and the morning pages and the energy and drive to create would pretty much disappear.
Which is bad. It’s been a crazy three weeks. I should have been writing for myself everyday, but sleep and chaos took over.

Stubby visited which was awesome.

I got my laptop back.

I had a couple of tough days at work.

I got angry and didn’t keep my mouth shut when feelings for that old flame reared its beautifuluglyheartbreakinghead when a new flame for the old one was mentioned in a letter responding to my previous days of misery. Nice timing.

I moved flat. I hate moving. Especially when I do it by myself.

I started working most weekdays.

I visited my “family” in Finland (i.e. Ninnu, Sid, Ronja and their new puppy Pedro).

I met a sweet boy with nice eyes.

I went to see bands and realised that I am at home wherever there is music.

I worked six days in a row. €uro but oucho.
So, my sleep pattern is now shifted to that of a day worker again and I can go out on weekends. My room is very untidy. I’ve discovered that Doctor Who shows on Sunday nights here and Lost plays on Thursdays. I head to Rome at the end of the month, and eventually to Vaasa to visit Jade.

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As soon as September arrived it became obvious that seasons actually mean something here. After a lifetime of seasons regarded as a European construct layered onto a foreign environment, it’s strange to feel that Autumn started almost to the calendar day. Clothes need to be layered and a scarf worn against chills. There’s a whole lot more rain and I’m thinking about buying some hot pink gumboots…

In keeping with that footwear theme… Maybe I could get my hot pink uggboots posted over for my birthday? [Hint to Alex, Dad and Nick!]