I found myself in a less than ideal situation upon my return from America- I was homeless. This meant living from a suitcase and calling upon trusty friends for a bed. Manageable sure, but going from living in my own house to living from a suitcase, was a challenge. Same clothes, same shoes, same everything… You do get sick of it, trust me!
Days went by, “feeling sorry for myself” status began to ease up a little and my confidence began to come back (let’s say the first 1%). Things got better and my friend & I decided to take a bus to New York…
Do you think it’s possible to talk for 4 hours without any break, almost without breathing? Of course it is! And this is how my friend and I past our time on the journey. Sometimes though as the bus was taking us to this unique, dreamy city, I felt an urge to cry but I managed not to. How could I?! I was heading to New York! My eyes were shining and I kept the tears at bay.
Deciding to stay right next to Grand Central Station was a good decision. Two days really isn’t enough to experience New York City but you can squeeze in quite a lot in when you’re in the heart of the city. Wall Street, Statue of Liberty (Couldn’t stop thinking of X-men – these films rock!), MOMA, 5th Avenue, Rockefeller centre, Central Park, 9/11 Memorial, great food, so much to do and sooo much walking!
Any travelling is a great idea and if there is a chance you can afford to, go go go! Next town is just as good!
Coincidently my ticket had been booked way before the “Big Bang”… and thank-god too because my trip saved me, from myself! Urgh could I cry anymore, is it even possible?! Sometimes I really didn’t think I had anymore tears left in me but I would always prove myself wrong. (Swollen eyes are so annoying….) Continue reading
Is it familiar? So many of us have been there…. I was working so hard, I don’t know how I was managing to stay awake and achieve my work goals. Upon reflection it’s easy to see how I managed it… I was desperately looking for a distraction. Continue reading
I didn’t have too much “recovery” time before I attended “The First Wedding (as a Single Guest)”. Six weeks roughly. Naturally the invitation had been intended for the both of us but the happy couple were initially my friends and therefore I would now be attending the wedding alone. To add further disruption to the whole painful shenanigans the wedding was abroad and unfortunately he lost his money, unable to get a refund on his ticket… (I also lost money on a ticket for a wedding I was meant to go to in Germany.) Another casualty of heartbreak-your finances! Continue reading
Two months were more than enough to lose 5kg without even trying too. I guess I am one of the lucky ones who loses weight instead of gaining it, when stressed. Lucky me! And I was eating (I swear) but I didn’t spend too much time thinking about my body. (I guess my mind was rather preoccupied with everything else) However it’s fair to say that very soon I didn’t look good, at all! All of my clothes were hanging off of me, and everything that made me look like a woman, was gone (yep, no boobs, no butt). In addition to this, everybody (whom I am sure had the very best intentions as always…) made sure to tell me that I looked way too skinny… Just in case I hadn’t already noticed?! (Nooo, I’m not an idiot and I’m not starving myself for fun…) Ahem. Continue reading
Being still at stage 1 when you still don’t really fully understand how life is going to change. You still have the survival instinct and you just keep going cos you don’t have a choice!
After a month I had the amazing task of getting rid of most of my belongings! Surely one of us had to leave the house and in this case it was obvious that it would be me. We agreed that he would buy me out and I would walk away, nice and easy. Didn’t know back then how hard and painful this whole process can be (Never again! Hopefully…). Continue reading
“You don’t love me, do you?”…. “No”… and BANG! That’s it. This is how easy it is to become single after 5 years. Being in a hotel room, via phone… I know, I know it is crap, it wasn’t planned but in a way it was for the better. The bonus is that you throw up and cry all night alone and then go to work and look and feel crap (and crap doesn’t even begin to describe this look). I had the privilege to do this for 3 days before I had to go back “home” and face everything. Continue reading