That first blog post where you want to be profound, witty, interesting and make your mark on the world only to look back months later and wonder what on earth you were thinking.
I used to try and keep a diary as a child and would try so hard on the first page to write neatly only for it to descend in to angry scrawl by about page 10 when a teacher/friend/smelly boy/parent/mortal enemy had upset me. At least now it’s only the content I have to worry about and not the presentation.
So what’s brought on the blog, or for those that know my previous incarnations, the NEW blog?
Well, as my life is about to start a new chapter I thought I’d document it. I’d say that by about post five the reader stats will be made up of 80% of my family but it does save sending bulk emails or repeating the same experiences, worries or news several times over via Skype!
For those that aren’t related to me then I hope you enjoy my disjointed ramblings. I tend to write like I speak and I can be scatty sometimes.
So, going back to the ‘new chapter’ business…
Well, as a brief synopsis I met a boy at university, was in a relationship with said boy for the next 7 years and was even engaged and cohabitating with the boy. The boy then decided that he’d had enough and moved out. I then moved to a new area and started again. For the past year I have felt like something has been missing. I put it down to either the unfulfilling job or the fact I was single. Endless job interviews and endless bad dates weren’t helping the disjointed, itchy feet feeling of unease. During a particularly miserable day at work I got a voicemail from a recruiter about an amazing job. She ended the call with;
“But the location may be a deal breaker. It’s Kuwait. Call me”
So I did, and two months later my notice has been handed in and my visa has been applied for. I’m moving to Kuwait. Me, the person that doesn’t even like calling the local takeaway or going to the gym on her own, is getting on a plane in February and flying over 3,000 miles to start a completely new life. I’m leaving a leafy Buckinghamshire village and moving to a sandy concrete city.
To say I’m shitting myself is an understatement.
From saying goodbye to my friends and family and the inevitable teary meltdown at the airport to rocking up to Middle Eastern country and all the cultural changes that it involves, I’ll be blogging about it. I hope you enjoy the ride!