I’ve never been able to write things just this simply before and publish it just like that! Amazing.

I’ve moved back to my home city recently after 6 years of ‘living a young person’s life’ I was told it was time to settle down. I’m 24. So here I am. Ive got a job which, by all accounts is a lot less stimulating that I had hoped.

Sat with an hour commute on public transport and everyday remembering memories from the last amazing 6 years wishing to go back. We all do it don’t we? Have some quiet time and wish things that are never going to happen, or things that won’t be happening again.

4 weeks ago I was sat at home with my housemate with a glass of wine gossiping. I loved it. My weight didn’t bother me. I had no responsibility and I answered to no one. Now, back in my own town those things that make you a ‘real person’ come clamping on your self esteem. The constant diet. The responsibility of making sure you see your family and do things. Do things. I hate bloody doing things.

Taking the dog for a walk is one of my pet peeves no pun intended. It’s not my dog. I didn’t buy it. I wasn’t at home when it was bought. So why do I have to walk around and pick up its shit. Anyway I’m sat on the bus thinking about my best friends and how much I miss them. Also how much I’d kill for a guilt free glass of wine. But it’s a 7am start for me tomorrow so the wine should hold off.

One more day of pondering ahead.