I have decided that the area I currently live in,
Bexleyheath, is the place I’d like to set up home. I’m a person not keen on
change and now that I’ve lived here 2/3 years I’ve gotten used to it, so I feel
that I should stay after I graduate. Where I can’t stay in is my current house
as I currently live above Tescos and that particular neighbourhood is rather
dire.
The problem is that I’ve got a lot of decisions to make.
First of all, do I want to do a masters? If so, do I try and find one nearer
Bexleyheath or find one in London and just bother to travel… Should I do full
time? If so, how do I get money etc...Part time? That way I could work at the
same time, but would it be physically possible? If I am finding a job, where
the heck will I work… doing what? I’ve scoured the BBC and other production
companies and it’s safe to say the South East/Kent area is not inundated with
television jobs.
I’ve looked at houses and there are some nice rooms to let
in the town so finding somewhere to live will not be too difficult, except for
Aberforth, as I have to bring the moron with me. Not many accept pets, let
alone a deranged, “would eat human flesh if he could” cat.
So, my mind is a whirl. I fail miserably at making
decisions, I get others to make them for me, so I’m really struggling with what
to do L
I had my first ever night shift at Samaritans on Saturday,
which was very eventful! Due to confidentiality, and my memory, I can’t discuss
in detail anything about the calls, but they were tough ones that night. It
makes me feel worthwhile and the Samaritans is one of the reasons I want to
stay in Bexleyheath (where it’s based). I’ve made quite a few friends there
already.
Update on Aberforth: He is apparently allergic to something
in branded cat food, thus he has to eat organic. I went to Pets at Home to buy him
food and the total came to £22 for 1 month’s feed. That’s all I need to say on
that subject. On a lighter note, he’s discovered a new position to sleep in
which literally takes up the entire bed; I woke up at one point and noticed
that I was half off the DOUBLE bed. As I care not for his comfort, I am forever
shoving him to his blanket and stretching out myself, to later find him
sprawled across my feet. ARGH.
