Limbo
I moved out yesterday*. I never have to go out further than zone 3 ever again. For a while yesterday evening, once my stuff was variously stashed in my office (where it will stay for the foreseeable future) and safely at Laurie’s and I was in the pub and then the restaurant with a fine collection of people collection of people, the euphoria of having moved out was probably quite frankly irritating to all around me. I was on top of the world, nothing could touch me.
But now, sat at my desk, unable to get my head around what it is that I need to do or find the motivation to do it I just feel like I�m in limbo; with my stuff scattered across London my brain appears to have been scattered with it.
A change is coming, the new job has and will help; the new house with the fantastic new housemates will to. I just need to get through the rest of this week but more immediately the rest of this afternoon�
Things are getting better and I know they will be, I just want it settled and done now.
It�s the final mile, I can see the finishing line, I just need to get there.
*This entry was writtten on the 25th