Dress: City Chic
Leggings: City Chic
Cardigan: City Chic
I’ve had a lot of difficult changes in my life over the last four months.
The most obvious is the catastrophic break-down of an eight year relationship – which has in turn led to an uncomfortable re-entry into the dating market and an ongoing search for a housemate. My parents have retired, which is traumatic enough, but they’ve also moved out of my childhood home (though I’m living in a haze of denial that will last until my next visit to Canberra). Two of my favourite workmates have left the company (sob!) and another dear friend has left to travel the world with new husband.
Coupled with other, more complicated changes that have occurred in recent weeks I’m finding myself longing for everything to go back to “normal”.
I’m not a big fan of change. I know there’s people out there who live for it, but I’m simply not one of them. I like my routine.
That said, I recognise that what people say about change being as good as a holiday is very true. Every big change that I’ve made in my life has been a good one and has resulted in me being much happier and better off than I was before, but it’s so hard. In my darker moments I even find myself missing the Fuckwit Ex, or rather the security of being in a (granted, one-sided) relationship.
Sorry, not a very light-hearted post today.
I’m fine, really – just having a rare retrospective day.