It's been a reflective Sunday. We put the Christmas decoration's up, realised it was too late to go to Sainsburys, have just now put homemade chips in the oven - with the skins on. Yum!
I've just been sitting here for the past 15 minutes wondering a few things. I know i'm only 22 years old, yadda, yadda, yadda but it's kind of difficult when i've got a Brother who 28, married, lives in a house he's built up to be an amazing family home and a Sister who's 30, owns 2 houses, is about to get married to her long term boyfriend in Turkey and has prettymuch one of the most exciting jobs ever. Then there's me, 22, failed at moving out, now live back at home (in the spare room because we have dead rats, and who's flies invade my actual room.), single and wondering what's going to happen next. I've got some amazing friends, who are lucky enough to be in great relationships and I somehow always feel like the one who's everyones 'best friend'. I love being a best friend but seriously? I don't know if i'm doing something wrong...? I got out of a 5 year relationships and was then at a complete loose end, went into another relationship I thought would be awesome but then never turned out to be awesome at all. I feel like i've definitely waited long enough for Mr.Right or at least the next person in the quest to ultimately end up with this person. Lonely is not even the right word, i'm not sure what is. Sometimes I feel like I should be finding myself in London, a job I actually enjoy and some brilliant discoveries. Me in the big city, or perhaps i'll end up small town girl from Portsmouth. It would make it so much easier if I actually had a clue what was going to happen in the future.
Wow, that was deep, sorry.
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