Two weeks ago today I was right there in that photo. I was visiting the St. Augustine Lighthouse with my best friend, Leah (in the pink) and our Canadian “sistahs,” Janet (next to me) and Vicky. I had sore ribs from laughing until I cried repeatedly. I had wobbly knees because Janet and I walked to the tippy top of the lighthouse (200+ steps!) on a quest to see a ghost. I was happy and relaxed.
Now? Not so much. Happy to be back with Simon, definitely. Happy to have my OWN greyhound to cuddle rather than borrowing one of the ones in the picture, absolutely. Happy to have my Little Man Mills burrowing in my hair and purring like a freight train, well, yeah, mostly. But happy to be back here in the UK? Notsomuch. Happy to be back in limbo, with no job prospects, no house-sale prospects, and a job that I’m definitely not suited for at all? Nope.
Funny how things can change SO much in the course of two short weeks. Funny how I can go from being so sure of what I’m doing and when to being completely on my ear with one mention of an unrelentingly tight state government budget. Funny how I am back to not knowing where I really belong, as well as not knowing where I really WANT to belong. Parts of the UK look really good when the job I’d counted on in the US fizzles. Parts of the US look really good when I have to pretend that I’m good at retail sales. It’s a mess, really.
To my Sistahs, love you to bits. Wish we were still there. I could do with a good FB LAN party and some bad sangria…because that’s how you treat a princess. For now, though, back to house tidy avoidance…before even more time has flown.