within days of returning to leicester i had compromised my plans of moving in december.
it looks like the easiest thing for me to do is stay a little bit homeless in the new year and just house hop between shifts until march, then go home for a month before canada.
perhaps i had too much diet pepsi when i felt optimistic about this plan... lets see how i feel about it tomorrow when i am tired.
i am certainly not happy with myself at the moment but it would be unfair to insinuate that i was terribly unhappy either. i go through fairly regular stages of absolutley hating myself and feeling very much trapped in my own body to feeling as though i am not in it at all, which at best keeps me occupied.
my life isnt bad. in fact, i count my blessings all the time. i just dont spend enough time with the people who make it worth living.