I had thought of a million funny little anecdotes to relate to you all today but, it has been a funny day today and I actually just feel like writing about the day properly…
I rang home this morning and spoke to my lovely Fran and then I rang my mother. When on the phone to mum, we found ourselves discussing a “friend” of mine that I have not heard from since I have been here. This is someone that I have been very close to for a number of years so, I have been a little disappointed that I have not heard from them. During the conversation, it transpired that this person sent my mum an email that said something rather bitchy about me and my move to London – and the comment has really annoyed me. The comment was along the lines of “Well, you know it is about time that Emma actually had to work for something and realized that she can’t just have everything her way”. Some of you may also know that, prior to leaving, a person at work told me that I was going to fall flat on my face (yeah, I am beginning to realize that I know some charming people).
So I am now going to be very honest with the readers out there – this move has been far from fun and games. I busted my gut to get here – I put myself through a post-graduate course and got myself an MBA so that I would qualify for the visa that I am on (and that took approx 2 years); I went through a million hassles with my visa which I wont even begin to go into; I tried to save as much money as I possibly could and I gave up the security of a well paying job and a blanket of friends and family to take my chance at this – and I had to go through the pain of putting down an animal that I adored more than anything in the world. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t think of the people that I love and miss back home; there has been many a day where the tears have been flowing (make that full on sobs) and, the thought “what the fuck have I done” has reverberated around this little head of mine constantly. There have been times where I have literally sobbed down the phone to girlfriends and there have been times when I have taken things out on a particular person (FWB) undeservedly so. But nothing that is worth doing is easy – if it was we would not appreciate the end result (See Dan, I told you that I think of this saying each day J ).
Now, one of the things that has kept me going is this stupid little website. I have the view that if I can focus on the positive things that happen each day, or find the funny side in the frustrations that I have experienced in moving to London, things won’t seem so bad and I will manage to retain some semblance of sanity while I am building this new life of mine.
I guess what I am saying is this – for those of you that don’t believe that I have ever had it tough, not only you are wrong but, you don’t know me that well – I just try to focus on the good in everything and get on with my life. For those of you that want to see me fall flat on my face – you are going to be waiting a while because these types of comments only make me more determined.
Anyway…… now that I have that off my chest…….
After speaking to Mum, I went and did the Sunday gym thing. The classes on Sunday are great. The instructor works me so damn hard but he also makes the classes a huge amount of fun – I am even loving step now! Haven’t quite got the love going for spin but I think that is primarily due to not having enough fat on my arse – those seats are not the most comfortable in the world!!!
Anyway, after coming home and doing a few domestic chores (yes, unfortunately washing needs to be done on this side of the world as well – tried unsuccessfully to escape that but to no avail….) I managed to relax out in the sun on my terrace (it is about 27 degrees here today) and then….. Kulchya of the non yoghurt variety……
Was given tickets to a classical concert tonight. I have to admit that whilst I really enjoyed it, I do think that it is lost a little bit on me. Instead of “appreciating” the who-ever it was that was playing (here is the web site http://www.classicfm.com/index.cfm?nodeId=4324&sw=1024) I kept thinking that their movements whilst playing the violin reminded me of a cross between a really bad pump squat and an epileptic fit…
And then there was the trip home….. I got stuck underground in the tube on the way home for 40 mins or so due to a bomb scare at the next station – the stop before mine… and I am really sorry but, the Backgammon game on my mobile can only do so much to distract me from the events of the other Thursday….. decided that being stuck in the underground is not my favourite past time……
Anyway, it is past the pumpkin hour and I have to get up in a few hours…..
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