Well, here you all are, dear readers. And here I am, late as usual.
I would love to say that this entry was going to be a rewrite of the classic Grimm Brothers tale which, as you long term readers know, is my favourite fairy tale, but alas it is not. Well, in a matter of speaking it might be. Or it might be a subtle elusion to what Cinderella and I had in common, and what neither of us no longer are doing. I'm very vague, aren't I?
Needless to say, well actually there is a need, there has been a huge change in my life here within the last two days. It was a turbulent day for me yesterday and I was really shocked and overwhelmed. For those who don't know what I'm referring to, all that needs to be said is that I will no longer be working as a full time au-pair for this family. I am also changing locations. It's been a bit worrying for me to try and find somewhere else to live, and I'm having to think very hard at the minute about what else I can do for employment here. There aren't, well, ANY positions for a freelance blogger with a plucky can do attitude and a pretty empty bank account.
I'm feeling good though. I didn't think I would be, last night was very difficult, but today I think this is right. I need to be more in the city, experiencing life the way a 21 year old should be. It's true that lately I haven't been able to be myself, and perhaps that has shown. I feel like I have lost almost the entirety of my sense of humour and that I can barely string together a witty observation anymore. This is going to change.
So I bring you the new blog. Still my travels. Still my embarassing problems. Still my emotions served up on a plate for you to gorge on. I'm just going to have different trials and tribulations. And (hopefully) a job. Because I really don't want to leave Basel right now. It's such a stunning place and I don't feel like I'm finished here yet. So, I'm working on at my TEFL qualification, studying my German, hopefully finding some part time tutoring/dog walking/ babysitting incomes, and enjoying the fact that I have a place to go home to at night where I can have LIE INS and where I can have QUIET. And a lovely housemate, who let me stay in his flat so nicely. Now just to find some rent money!
In other news, because I'm sure you're all gutted to hear about my misfortunes (or just really bored). Or smug. (Get off my blog then, you evil git! May I reference you to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYa1eI1hpDE) Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city, and all you're ever gonna be is meeeaaaan! Taylor gets it. If only someone would make my blogs into top pop hits then we'd be laughing... I'm nearly certain that SOTPM was sitting in front of me on the tram today. Anybody remember that one? He seems about a million stalks ago. A different time. When I could wear shorts without looking like a ridiculously annoying person. You know the people I mean, those ones that stubbornly have their legs out in freezing temperatures, blushing as pink as a baboon's backside. I couldn't believe it when I saw him. At least, I think it was him. He was a dead ringer, this guy, anyway. It seemed a fitting way to finish this section of my expat saga.
Not sure when I'm moving yet, maybe this weekend. I'm sure I will fill you in on what's going on. Here's the top five things I'm most looking forward to about my move:
1. Being in the hubub of city life (well, a bit closer anyway)
2. Cooking my own food (I really miss cooking!)
3. Regaining my sense of how living in a house can be fun
4. Sleeping past 8 o'clock
5. Coming and going whenever I like, without feeling like a criminal for getting home late.
In saying that, I've learnt a lot from these past two months and I don't think the chapter is fully finished. It just needs to be bookmarked for a while.
I wish you all a happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favour.
No comments:
Post a Comment