Eng-er-land...
Feb. 23rd, 2004 09:51 am
Bloody place. So, this is my last week of work in Liverpool (I hope forever) before I take off for Scotland, and, most likely, another horrid job revolving around bowels and carcinoma referrals, but at least with some nice scenery.
Am Mildly Alarmed at the prospect of having to do my own washing, cooking, cleaning and ironing once more-- actually, that's a lie-- never once ironed and rarely cleaned as a student, as kristoferllama will testify. Eww.
What I find hard is not so much leaving the comfortable lifestyle undeniably given by living in fab parents' house with lovleh garden, paid bills and great cooking from my mum-- which loses its rosy glow the first time you get drunk in your new house and don't have to worry about being told you're going to become an alcoholic, and you'll end up on the streets, THE STREETS, you will!-- but more that I now know my parents better.
My dad is a prick, short and simple. He can be nice, but is a prick most of the time.
My mother-- I have a lot of time for her. She's mental, and can be shouty and obtuse, but I know her more than ever now, her sadness, her wish to be surrounded by beauty, everything. I think she'll break away at some point.
But! Above all else-- I am going to miss my big fat border collie, Amy. I adore this dog; she follows me everywhere, is the one thing I ever really miss when I am away from home. Curse evil landlords with their anti-pet bias! >:
This post is mildly resembling a stream-of-consciousness rant, but what I mean to say is this: Scotland, for me, is a new beginning; a chance to break away and truly become myself. Moving to me is nothing but a pain, as have done it several times before at university, and I love the independence and the freedom of being away from home. I am glad to be leaving [insert village here] and this job in Liverpool, a city that I've never really liked.
I think the difference now is that this change is for good, and in my twenties-- I finally understand what it is I am leaving behind, but also that what awaits me outweighs the sadness of moving on.
Also, that drunkeness thing. W00t!