Transitioning...

Well hello there to anyone who is reading this. This is my first official blog on this website - and after a very short stint on news 24 I'm somehow finding this outlet a little more up my alley.

Anyway this is going to be a really brief blog - as it's close to midnight here in dirrrty ole Londontown - and I am really pooped. I finished work less then two hours ago - not because I really had a lot to do - but more so because my role as the general dogs body and occastional tea lady requires me to churn out nonsensical irrelevant graphs at warp speed with one hand - and stir the milk and two sugars with the other hand....Add that to the yoke that's around my neck courtesy of my boss and I am not a very happy chappy.

I shouldnt complain too much though - my job here, in the now crumbling uk banking industry, has allowed me to do the things that I have always dreamed of doing (seeing the Sistien Chapel - going to a Wimbledon match - having high tea at the ritz - partaking in the binge drinking culture and puking on my freshly dry cleaned suit...) and for that I will always be grateful.

But unfortunately along with the anti social drinking culture that prevails here in the uk (particularly amongst the finance workers) I also have to deal with a whole barrage of office politics which makes me feel like I am living on another universe when I compare it to my experiences and the people in SA.

Anyway - to get to the point of this blog - today I made the decision! To transition from London back to where my heart really is - which is home - Sunny Seductive SA. So after months of not knowing what is going to become of my life - I finally have the resignation date in mind and am arranging to book a plane ticket accordingly! What I will be doing when I get back is another story altogether - all I know is that I never want to work for a corporate again - too many ridiculous issues - and not enough creative energy.

Unfortunately though - as good as I feel about my news - I feel inconsolably depressed that my amazing flatmate is leaving too - this weekend infact. She has been my saviour here in this cold city - and I am thankful everyday that I got to cross paths with someone so incredible. I dont really have the time to get into all the things that she has done with her life that make her one of the strongest woman on the planet that I know, but I will say that she is leaving London to return home to Australia - but refuses to take a plane - and is instead cycling (on a mountain bike) all the way from London to Brisbane!

Crazy i hear you say - but believe me - if anyone can do it - its her. Needless to say that now as it is at the point where we are packing her stuff into boxes - and making sure we are not taking each others dvds and books - I am feeling a little low. So again - I am transitioning from living with a very cool wicked and fantastic person - to living without one...

And finally as it fast approaches midnight - I am transitioning from conciousness to (hopefully) a peaceful slumber....I would love to keep on writing - as this is therapeutic - but sleep beckons and i am a slave to REM's

Peace out -
Much Love and Later Dayz -
CM :)