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.
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