The transition phase.

It's hard to be happy when you feel stuck between where you are, where you (always) wanted to be and where you are going. I should be so grateful for this oportunity but all I can think about is dying my hair to its' natural colour; buying clothes from Cue; taking my nose ring out; leaving my friends; leaving my flat; leaving HIM; leaving my coffee shops and milkshake shops and clothing discounts and the saltiness. Not having familiar faces; not having rips in my pant hose/Docs on my feet; no holes in my roof and no crazy Newtown locals. All gone.

After all this time I cannot believe how happy I was right here, where I am.

I hope I'm not going to be someone who is perpetually looking at the grass on the otherside of the fence. Sigh.

E X T R E M E

At least I have the issue of what shoes to wear sorted...!

When moving forward, one must take the right pair of pants with you...

I am only doing this post to document my current frustration of lack of money, lack of job prospects and lack of pants.

My my interview at PGG I must wear pants but I don't have a spare $500. I think my $1800 phone bill from SA diminishes all future pleasures for, oh I don't know, the next year?

So here are the options:



But they are probably too fashiony. Seed companies don't care for Karen Walker.



I would have to wear heels with them. Bonus- it would make me taller and seem older and sophisticated. Negative- they will soon realise I am just a little kid wearing big shoes and my chances of tripping is probable.

Shit. I am about ready to go naked. At least it'll make me stand out of the crowd...?

TIME

Okay, lets start the clock again. I haven't put up anything since well before I went away and it's been so long since I have been back that I forget that it happened. How terrible is that?! Just to document it, I am putting up a photo of the beautiful Camps Bay in Cape Town just to prove that it really did happen. Sigh.

So what's new? It's so easy to be complacent when we live across from one another but you were the one who brought up "writings from the past" the other day. I think this is the best way ever to record our ongoings in what some people call the prime-time of life.

So, as of this morning I entered a 10k run. It doesn't sound like a big deal to an Average Joe but I am not one of them. I am a Slow Joe and 10k is a really reeeeeally long way for an unaccomplished runner such as myself!

Hoping to lose some straggling kg's whilst chugging, puffing and cursing on the treadmill so I can purchase underwear such as these.



Not liking chances. Must forget what cheezels and twisties taste like. ASAP.

Uni almost over and interviews coming up. Life changing moments and all that. Must remember not to fuck it all up. Remind me? Biggest excitement is whether to wear pants or dress to interview... thinking pants to impress men. Clearly not a feminist.

Embrace new motto: "Think Thatcher".





Look after my skin more. We're getting OLD. Stop with the malboro's and refrain with the wine. Even less likely than my cheezel-free diet dream. Dewy complexion may be worth it?



OR



YOU CHOOSE.

Learn to be nice to current bed warmer. Play nice.




Just a few bits and bobs really. Five months and this is me. Great stuff!!