OK, so I think I'm losing it
I am super excited about Hong Kong, especially now that we have a date! We are officially leaving on the 11 Feb!
But then that also means that on 11 Feb I will be even further from my parents. They came over last week and we had a great time (peppered with the traditional bust-ups with my Dad) and I was just so sad to see them leave. That's why I think I'm losing it despite my exciting adventure coming up.
In fact today at the post office the guy behind the counter asked me where my mum was (she had been with me the previous couple of times) and when i said she had gone home I started crying... Rather embarassing. For him and me!
Then again maybe it's just a side effect of listening to my iPod on shuffle. Going from the Beatles to DJ Shadow to Nina Simone to the Chemical Brothers... Can't be good for the mind...
Gabriel Gattei is born
So my best friend Berengere has just had her baby boy, in Peru. She really couldn't do anything like anyone else! Little Gabriel, 3kg150 and 45cm long, is half French, half Italian, born in a Spanish speaking country to parents who speak English to each other. I'm glad I won't have to compete with HIM in language class...
Anyway, all of this has made me realise that I am still without child, even though everyone else seems to be popping sprogs out all over the place. It's almost enough to push me back into my depressive stay-in-bed-eating-chocolate-all-day phase. It's a good job I have the impending deadline of moving to a country where everyone is a size zero to think about...
Me not happy
First I drop my phone in the bath.
Then Krusty gets his laptop stolen in a bar.
And now someone has hacked my ebay account.
I am NOT happy.
Cousin it
Hmmm....a photo of my hair for Michael...this should do!
The haircut
It's like my mother says: moving is like going to the hairdresser's - you really want it until it's time to go and then you realise you actually like your hair just the way it is...
It comes in threes
In the last three days I have managed to drop (and therefore ruin) my mobile phone in the bathtub, Krusty has missed his flight home and I have deleted all of my photos from Christmas by mistake.
Bad luck comes in threes they say.
Or is it rather having a head so full of panick that I can't seem to do anything right. I can't even eat a meal without spilling something down me (not that that makes much of a change, but still).
And now I find out that the move might be pushed forward two weeks. What are they trying to do to me!!! I am a hysterical wreck! And I have only packed two boxes...
My new office
From Mr Potato Head to a sofa that's red, today is my first day in my new job as a struggling writer.
It didn't get off to a great start as I met my new boss with a raging hangover from last night's New Years Eve celebrations, but she was very understanding. The office environment is very comfortable, and I am allowed to work from the table, the sofa and even the bed. The office canteen is great, and although it isn't always stocked with everything I need, I can choose to eat pretty much anything for lunch.
I think I am going to settle in just fine.
