1st feb 2010

A year ago today, I was bouncing with excitement, that email I had been waiting for came,

"Hi Hanna,
We could offer you the position of working with us,
What information would you like about the job and when will you be over?
Cheers
C"


It was right up there with my first uni-offer, a few lines that I knew would change my life forever. I hadn't had a very easy year, stable duties and lack of sleep was weighing me down, I was in the early stages of planning to swap accommodation and just knowing that everything would be so different a year later put a week-long lasting smile on my face.

Just over a month later I moved, and things changed, because I didn't just move, I moved home. Years and years of running (don't ask me from what) and all of a sudden I didn't have to. It was unplanned, the timing was ridiculously bad and it was destined to fail within weeks. But it didnt. Months of debate, but i had to go, and here i am.

Apparently I've been here just under five months. To simplify lets say i started debating in june, continued through July, august, september, october (during which I debated enough for two months), novemer, december and january. Thats nine months in total. And I still don't know if I'm doing the right thing or not. And I have (apparently) four months and four days left. So by the time I get home it will have been over a year of selfdoubt and arguing myself. Isn't that just a bit stupid?