Time After Time

Well haven't I been so slack?

I don't know where this last month has gone. Time seems to be speeding out of control of late. I remember my grandfather used to always say that life was like a snowball, the further it got down the hill the faster it went. I think he was right.

The truth of the matter is I've been rather busy; I've started a new position at work which is thankfully challenging my grey matter again as opposed to my last position…which was killing it, not enhancing it.

I spent most of the rest of March in post Frenchi blues. Yes we had a super fantastic time when he was here. I've never quite had a week like it…in fact I think I'm still there. So it was hard to see him go. I never thought I would become one of these ridiculous long distance relationship people but it appears that I have. We're early days yet of course but I have to be honest….am damn well smittened.

Other news is that I had my UK Visa approved. Now before everyone jumps giving me love life advice, this was not applied for in the pursuit of said French citizen; it was applied for long before we even met. And yes only I would choose to move to Britain in the middle of the GFC (god I love an acronym….only two months ago, I thought GFC was a toxic gas) but hey I love a challenge. Strangely I've actually been having interviews with a number of organisations over there looking for lawyers; we lawyers are the professional equivalent of cockroaches….you will never get rid of us, a good bout of GFC just makes us stronger. Still if nothing comes up before the end of August, I intend to take three months off and go give it go anyway…and if nothing happens, I will simply come home with my tail between my legs. I meant to do the UK work thing (it's an aussie tradition) about ten years ago but came to Sydney instead…I want to do it before I am too old. And as for Frenchi, he at the moment is being headhunted by a bank in New York so by the time I get to London town he will be in the big apple; so we'll see. I do concede in the last few weeks I was a little confused as the motive I had for going to the UK; him or me. It's still me….Frenchi is an added complication…a delicious one. But thankfully one does learn with age to control one's giddiness and I realise that nothing is ever a certainty, set in concrete or forever. I'm just enjoying him for now….as much as I can when he is over ten thousand miles away.

So I'm in for quite a ride in the next six months; lots to organise: renting out of apartments, doing the mother of all spring cleans and getting rid of all my junk, telling the parents (it will be like coming out all over again) and saving my arse off….no more benders for me for some time. I'm terrified and not sleeping. Which is good because I've been asleep for a long time. Nothing like a little bit of terror to wake up one's soul. T's good. I finally feel like I'm starting to smell the coffee.

HOORAH!


C