It’s now 11:49PM, I’ve been in my new home for about five hours and I can’t shake this unnerving sense of surrealism. Obviously I know that I live here now, but I keep feeling like this is just a little vacation, that I’m going back home in a few days. But I’m not. This my new home.
Well, that time has come. I’m leaving tomorrow. Leaving for a new life three-hundred miles away from everything I know. I keep walking the streets looking around and wondering when the next time I’ll see them is; wondering if what I’m doing is the best thing to do. If I go down there will I just screw up my life even more? Or will it be the best decision I’ve ever made? It feels almost like a dream. Like those dreams where you’ve no idea where you are but still have a sense of location, as if you’ve known this place all your life. Even though I’ll be coming home every so often; it still feels like I’m leaving my friends and family behind, while I go off and do my own thing. I hope it will be worth it in the long shot. I’m going to a new place with no-one to talk to like I do here, I’m going down there knowing that I’ll be that nobody I had waved goodbye to several years ago. The first month after I learnt that I was moving away, it was going really, really slowly and just wanted it to hurry up and arrive. Now that it’s that time, I couldn’t want it to go any slower. My nerves are practically breaking in half, I suppose I just want it to be over so I can get started on recreating a new life. Still, I’ve got my party to look forward to, should be great.
As the big day grows ever closer; my nerves grow heavier. If everything goes to plan, I’ll be leaving in ten days, if not then I’ll be leaving in about three weeks. As much as I want to stay with my friends, I also cannot wait to get down there and begin my new life. I plan to have my leaving party on the 17th June and if I can the right party stuff; it’s going to be one helluva night. I’ll try uploading some pictures for people to see.
Well, I’ve been here in Walsall for almost two months now and haven’t posted anything, so figured it was time for an update. Within the first two weeks of been here, it became apparent that although there are more jobs available here, there’s equally more people applying for them. So, two months later and I’ve still no [paying] job. The JobCentre directed me to the British Heart Foundation furniture and electronics store. It feels great to fill my days with something more than sitting at home staring at my computer’s monitor, but in turn, it’s proving to take it’s toll carrying wardrobes up and downstairs all day, especially with a slim body-build as mine. I honestly cannot see why people would want to volunteer for this unpaid job haha. On a completely different subject, I’ve finally started learning most of the streets and main locations around town. I feel confident going into town for a specific shop. Only problem now is getting used to the two and a half mile walk from my home to town. After being used to being just round the corner from town for ten years, it’s certainly a difference that’ll take a bit of time.
EDIT: The main annoyance about work is that the people seem to overestimate my abilities. Getting me to lift 37inch television-not a new LCD screen, those old 5-stone beasts-attempting to lift it from the shelf, threatening to fall at any moment.
Ok, well to start off; my birthday was on Tuesday 10th May-my 21st. My friends decided that instead of having a single day to celebrate, I get to have a full week. So it started today (11th May) by me being woken up by Chelsea as her and Harry bought me a foot-long Chicken Salad Sub meal from Subway, which went down a treat. Later on me and Harry went to the library for a half hour to get some books, when we returned to the house I was presented with a variety of foods and all my friends (except two) in the living room. It really made me feel great to know that I have people in my life that care enough to go through all this trouble for me. So we munched down on the food and had a great time talking about different things and just having a good crack. About an hour after the party started, Chelsea wondered into the kitchen for a few moments, next thing I know everyone’s singing Happy Birthday and there stands Chelsea holding a huge cake with candles (to put the cake size into scale, the box said that it serves 40 haha). Only problem was, after I blew out my candles, Harry asked me what I’d wished for, it then dawned on me that I’d completely forgot about making a wish but immediately realised that I already had everything I could wish for (gay, I know haha). The party continued till about 11 o’clock when people started leaving. I’m now exhausted and ready for bed. It’s been a brilliant day and it couldn’t have gone better. Best thing is, there was no alcohol involved and it still topped every other party. My friends are amazing and I wish it could always be like this, but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. I almost regret my decision to move away, but I know that no matter where I go, they will still be here every time I return to Barrow.
[This post was written on the 14th May 2011 but had to transfer to this blog]
About a year ago I got to see exactly how I didn’t want my home to be like. Today, I got to see how I didn’t want my future children to be like. When going for dinner at a friend’s relatives home. I was greeted by generic Barrovian people who spent their day sat on the front lawn; drinking beer, music blasting and children running AWOL. Children (aged about 3-4 years old) running around swearing at the public – saying words I only use on occasion. The parent – telling the kid off for using these words had told them off using these words in their sentences. Although I respect these people for raising children on their low-income. I cannot and will not condone their parenting skills. If anything has come out of today, it has taught me the extremely high value of good parenting. I sincerely hope that today was a one-off for these people; that a normal day consists of something more… Fulfilling. But with ten years in this town, seeing other families in this area; I doubt it was a one-off. Shame.
OK, so a few weeks ago, my mother announced that she was getting married to a bloke named John. She decided to move to his home down in Walsall, UK. About a month later I decided I would join her as there seems to be more jobs there (Yes, I know, there’s more people as well). So in June; I’ll be leaving my friends and family for this new life. So this is what this blog is about – My New Life . I’ve set this up so as different things happen in my life, my friends and family can follow me to keep up to date.