Tonight I am glad to be in the peace of my own home.
This is not a moan. Its me cleansing my emotions after one of the hardest weeks I've had in years. My comfort zone has been ripped wide open in my attempt at a career progression. I have left behind my very close friends and everything I know to embrace change. My new job.
Day one-dull but just taking it all in. I get through. Can I really do this?
Day two-spend the day holding in an emotional torrent which flowed freely from my eyes as I walked home. Making me seem somewhat like a crazy person walking the streets. (thus making me blend in perfectly in the area that I now work.) surely at the age of thirty you just don't walk out of a job after only two days? Am I a quitter?
Day three-sore throat is adding to my misery and my cigarette infused mentor is coughing and sniffing all over me. I come over rather queezy and just as I think I can't go on, fag ash Lil signs off early as her cold is getting to her (you and me both lady!) I spend the afternoon just observing long hours but it is all sinking in slowly. I am not a quitter.
Just want to thank my boy for looking after me and sweetly offering to support me for a while if I really can't stand it. But I really feel I must toughen up and not let my delicate princess persuasions rule my life. I tell myself to Stop being such a baby.
The thought of my wedding is glittering in my mind like an oasis right now. It's getting me through this transitional period of culture shock that I have knowingly inflicted upon myself. But I am not a quitter.
Hope anyone reading this is having a fabulous week, someone's gotta!
Car ride. Dark city. Late night. Hot chocolate. Can't sleep. Up early. Get lost. Meet new people. Team building. Sharing stories. Presenting facts. Silly games. Scheduled bathroom breaks. Old buildings. Hot tube stations. Catching up with good friends. Thai food. Evening streets. Dripping tap. Deep sleep. Big breakfast. Black cab. Laughing lots. Learn a little more. Farewell. Train home. 
Super glad to be back in the peace and calm of my own home and familiar bed.
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