A Simple Uncomplicated Life
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I hope you have a most wonderful day/evening, and a fantastic rest of the week.
I guess we ARE on the opposite ends of the spectrum, aren't we? Still, it's nice that you came by; I really appreciated that.
Have a great weekend!
Thanks for dropping by!
I'll be back again later to read your posts; I just wanted to drop in before I head to bed so I could wish you a great week.
Keep writing - it's honestly very interesting!
It sounds like you're trying to watch the layers, too; why not drop on by for a visit?
It looks like this is going to be a very interesting blog to visit; I'll definitely be back!
Bizarrely upon starting this blog named after my simple life as a modern day hermit, it is a breaking of the hermitage that is on my mind. It is easy to settle in to a constant, a linear line of how to do things, when to do things and keep oneself to oneself. And through this means I have gradually transformed myself from the outgoing young child of a thing to the hermit that I currently am.
When I say hermit I by no means indicate that I live in a shack, miles from anyone and never come out. By no means. I live in the suburban misery of London, have a very outgoing and happy-go-lucky housemate and have friends all about. However, the actual progress of leaving my little suburban retreat is one that is little taken, and thus, compared with many of my friends and Londoners I am happily ready to express myself in these hermit terms.
But I stray from the thoughts - the thoughts that perhaps, after 9 years of being a Londoner and gradually become that little more depressed each day with the smog filled grey expanse that is this city, I might be ready to up and leave. And I mean leaving the country altogether. A long weekend in New York has opened my eyes to how a city should be, can be, and how it can change a person. In the space of a few days I've felt signs of a retraction of hermit characteristics, and a returning to my old self.
Now I am fully aware that the grass is always greener and that I have been looking through rose tinted glasses. That living in such a city is far different from the visiting for only a few days, but perhaps I am ready to take this step into the unknown and scary options of moving abroad?! A break from the hermitage? I should say so!
Of course, no rash decision can be taken in a field that is full of pits. There would be much to do and I simply can't pick up and go so have allowed myself to give it some thought and if - in September, I still have the burning desire, I will pick up sticks and try and move across the pond. There may be the possibility of a job with CNN so it would not be in vain, incredibly it would enhance my career. Wonders shall never cease.
Be happy!