Changes in circumstances abound in life, and it seems I'm not invulnerable to them, much as I wish this wasn't the case. Ollie decided to leave on Tuesday, which has led to some fairly drastic changes of plan for the next few months.
It's also led to some un-drastic going through with things too. I'm still leaving Lancaster as planned, just with a smaller van and less baggage, both physical and emotional. My sister is a superhero (I think I need to make her a cape, seriously) and has been a huge support, for which I owe her an awful lot. We'll start with unlimited babysitting and see where it goes.
I'm holding up OK, there's been moments where I've just sat down and cried (I'm assured these are healthy), but there have been moments where I'm able to see a pretty bright future through the mire of shit, and the latter have been showing up more often. I won't go into too much detail, but given that he left me via the medium of a letter left on the coffee table in the middle of the night, in the manner of someone lacking balls and a backbone, which finished with, and I kid you not, a comment on his spelling and handwriting, with a winky face smiley (yes, this ;) thing), I don't think I'll be losing too much sleep.
In fact, the only sleep I've lost is thanks to my Driving Theory Test that I sat last week. I'd booked the test a couple of weeks ago, and it was a mix of not being able to afford to lose the money for it and not wanting to let the whole shitty situation get to me that saw me on the train to Preston on Thursday. Clearly, a combination of a brilliant instructor, lots of revision and sheer bloody-mindedness was the way to go. I will admit to nearly crying in the test centre when I got my results, but you'd cry tears of joy too if you found out you got 100% on the questions and 76% on the hazard perception.
My practical test is now booked for the 5th of November, I'm going to get the train back to Lancaster for it to avoid the hassle of finding a new instructor and trying to get used to the roads in Glasgow. I've just about got the hang of The Shrimp, a deeply annoying double roundabout near Morecambe, and I'd quite like to kick its arse one last time.
So, 10 days left in Lancaster, two shifts left at my utterly wonderful workplace and then it's off! Back to Glasgow, back to cans of Red Stripe at Sleazy's, back to The Kelvingrove Art Galleries, back to coffee at Bar 10, back to having things to do when the weather turns, back to a city that I've missed desperately for the last few years, back to old pals and family. And for all that I'm going back, it really does feel like a huge step forwards.
It's also led to some un-drastic going through with things too. I'm still leaving Lancaster as planned, just with a smaller van and less baggage, both physical and emotional. My sister is a superhero (I think I need to make her a cape, seriously) and has been a huge support, for which I owe her an awful lot. We'll start with unlimited babysitting and see where it goes.
I'm holding up OK, there's been moments where I've just sat down and cried (I'm assured these are healthy), but there have been moments where I'm able to see a pretty bright future through the mire of shit, and the latter have been showing up more often. I won't go into too much detail, but given that he left me via the medium of a letter left on the coffee table in the middle of the night, in the manner of someone lacking balls and a backbone, which finished with, and I kid you not, a comment on his spelling and handwriting, with a winky face smiley (yes, this ;) thing), I don't think I'll be losing too much sleep.
In fact, the only sleep I've lost is thanks to my Driving Theory Test that I sat last week. I'd booked the test a couple of weeks ago, and it was a mix of not being able to afford to lose the money for it and not wanting to let the whole shitty situation get to me that saw me on the train to Preston on Thursday. Clearly, a combination of a brilliant instructor, lots of revision and sheer bloody-mindedness was the way to go. I will admit to nearly crying in the test centre when I got my results, but you'd cry tears of joy too if you found out you got 100% on the questions and 76% on the hazard perception.
My practical test is now booked for the 5th of November, I'm going to get the train back to Lancaster for it to avoid the hassle of finding a new instructor and trying to get used to the roads in Glasgow. I've just about got the hang of The Shrimp, a deeply annoying double roundabout near Morecambe, and I'd quite like to kick its arse one last time.
So, 10 days left in Lancaster, two shifts left at my utterly wonderful workplace and then it's off! Back to Glasgow, back to cans of Red Stripe at Sleazy's, back to The Kelvingrove Art Galleries, back to coffee at Bar 10, back to having things to do when the weather turns, back to a city that I've missed desperately for the last few years, back to old pals and family. And for all that I'm going back, it really does feel like a huge step forwards.
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