Archive for July, 2013
I went back home to see family and visit friends in the city I studied in before; this is my last night, and in 8 hours I’ll be on the plane back to where I don’t really want to be. I’m feeling less than thrilled about that, generally, though there are some things to look forward to.
It’s been a bit of a whirlwind trip, not seeing enough of everyone I wanted to but I did get to hang out with more people than I thought I would which was excellent. As for the sexual side of things, I kissed a friend in that club on Wednesday night, who I’ve not really heard from since and I’m not sure whether it’s just because she’s been busy or there’s now some sort of awkwardness; and on Thursday managed to hook up with a guy I slept with fairly regularly while I was still living there. He doesn’t live there any more either, but coincidentally happened to be there for a few days at the same time as me so that as fortuitous. I was far less attracted to him this time round though – whether he’s just had a rough year (I can’t believe it had been a year but it was) or he was more attractive in my memory I don’t know, but either way even if circumstances were to permit it, I’d be less keen on getting into bed with him again.
I have a lot to write about, but I’m finding it really difficult to get down on paper a lot of what’s in my head at the minute, which is quite unlike me. I’ve been getting excellent news and terrible news, at just about the same points on the scale, thick and fast over the last few weeks and while I’m feeling surprisingly stable given all of what’s going on, the stress of it all isn’t helping. I have no idea why I’m telling you all that but there we go, it’s done now.
I don’t want to make this a long, drawn-out post, because it’s late and I’m pretty exhausted. The long and short of it is that the Boyfriend and I have decided to part ways. He was more reluctant about it, but accepted that it was probably for the best; and for my part, knowing what I’m like, I thought it would be best to have that conversation sooner rather than later and let everything descend into resentment and passive-aggression.
I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t upset – it’s not like I don’t care about him, quite the opposite. But sometimes it’s just better to recognise when something has run its course.