You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.
-Movie, P.S. I love You
So I can't lie. This being homeless, jobless and broke business is a little bit less fun than adventuring around Canada, USA, and Mexico. I have to admit that I have been a little overcome with anxiety about what to do next. It turns out that real life doesn't fall into place like in all those chick-lit books I read by the pool in Mexico...
I really hadn't thought much about what I would do when I got back because I thought that either:
a) While I was travelling I would have a wonderful epiphany about what to do with my life while I was hiking up a mountain at dawn (guess I should have tried actually hiking up a mountain at dawn).
b) I would come back and my life would be like a fairytale and I would be offered a great paying, wonderful job and find a beautiful place to live and continue to lose weight without even trying.
So that hasn't happened yet...
I wanted to be brave and embrace the craziness of my life at the moment, but I really just want a little flat in the city where I can watch Masterchef, cook pots of soup, do my washing, complain about going to work, drink wine with my friends and snuggle into my own bed with the electric blanket and a good book. I thought I was much more glamorous than that, but right now I just want a normal life.
I stole this today from one of my favourite blogs, Too Many Cupcakes, because it got me out of my funk and reminded me not to be such a sad sack!