The continual crazy changes it throws at you, whenever you think you’re set, or this is it, this is how I’m going to spend my life, at least for the foreseeable future, it comes along and drop kicks you into a completely different situation. I know for a fact that it does not do this to everyone, I know people who have managed life with no major ups or downs for years at a time. I genuinely don’t know which of us are luckier. Those who get the stability, and the trust and the savings account. Or those of us who are never quite sure what is going to happen next.
I was all geared up for the one bed flat, and the cat, and the joint account this time. I truly was. Turns out it wasn’t right for me, and the Universe wouldn’t let me pretend.
So, back to being 30, and single and not entirely sure what I want to be doing, with who, or where I want to be doing it.
Is this delicious uncertainty the thing I’ve been craving the most? Surely, even I, cannot be that perverse.