Along with trying to find a job, I’m currently trying to decide where in this country I’m going to place myself for the next however long. Part of me is craving London and the big dream, but part of me is considering remaining in the small time area that I’m from (not Hull – though born there, I severed all ties as soon as I was old enough to know what they meant.)
I suppose it would probably help if I knew my arse from my elbow at the moment. Not really an anatomical recognition issue, more of an issue with not being able to keep my brain on the same line for more than about 30 seconds. I think this is a major problem with being unemployed, for me at any rate. The boredom doesn’t assist the difficult decisions I’m trying to make. Quite the opposite. One moment I know exactly what I want to do, the very next I want to do something entirely different. I’ve even considered throwing in the journalistic towel for a life in a sandwich bar. Chris informed me we were capable of owning the sandwich bar, but by then I thought I wanted to be a journalist again.
This isn’t like me. I make a decision, I follow it through, and I stick to it. I do not waver. But at the moment, I can’t do anything to follow a decision through. No matter how many jobs in London I apply for, I’m still tied here unless one of them offers me something, and at the moment, I seem to be missing the lucky streak.
Ah well. I’m a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, so if I sign for a six month rental and then get offered a free internship, I’ll cross the bridge when I get to it. Right now, I’m just going to keep on applying for everything, and keep trying my hand at this freelancing lark. (Thinking about buying alicepurkissfreelance.co.uk/alicemaypurkiss.co.uk for this at the moment?) We’ll see!