I can’t believe that life has been passing me by so quickly. Once a stranger to being out and about I have found myself propelled into life, the greying light of depression being fabulously illuminated by the bright lights of optimism, hopefulness, and a strange content that I haven’t felt in a long time. It is hard to imagine my life a few months ago, quietly hermited in my house, content with the sheltered way that I led my life and happy to bumble along without any true direction. Now I reminisce it is clear that I filled my ample time with distractions and ambivalence to life, my little black box becoming increasingly bulbous with the mounting reality I was trying to hide.

Yet now, I am cast into a world where I finally and truly feel at home. I am surrounded by a creative outlet, people who are both wonderfully artistic and highly intelligent, and I have a renewed passion, a lust and finally a light to aim for. I have found my footing in a career I love and know that I will thrive in….the driving force now needs to come into play and help me find a permanent situation to the freelance position I am currently in. 

Though…whilst all this positive change is occurring, the clouds silver lining has turned grey as I lose my current housemate. The Era of the Aussie will most definitely come to a close as Michelle moves on and out of my life and it is a blow that though I knew was possibly coming is more than a little hard to bear. We of course will remain friends but I can truly say that we got each other on that certain level, we understood each others thoughts, and as housemate’s go she was absolutely amazing. I have her for some remaining weeks and then she is gone, my aussie accent will slowly fade, and I will be without my shining aussie girl. This in turn begs the question of what will I do financially?! The additional income that she gloriously supplied with me will be no more and at 27 I feel that the age of housemate’s is possibly moving on past. I could never replace Michelle, nor would want to, so perhaps it is best not to try. Yet, with gardening becoming a far from pleasant friend and my TV foot not yet through to the other side of the door, it is an unsettled future that greets me.