Another autumn

So I’ve passed the biggest milestone I’ve set myself. The Master’s is finished and I’m moved back home. So what now? Literally, what now?

I’m sitting in the park as I write, as I always do this time of year. The leaves are changing from green to gold, as they always do, and the air is turning cool, as it always does. And like last year, I feel myself filling with excitement. The unknown that lies ahead isn’t quite as terrifying as I thought it might be. I’m feeling daring. I want to keep pushing myself.

The dark figure hasn’t shown himself for a while. His long lanky limbs and blurred face don’t hover behind me as they used to. He doesn’t sit quietly in my bedroom waiting for me to wake. And I think I may even be missing him.

I can feel the pull back to the city and I’m sure I’ll be commuting again, and life will speed up as it always does. But for now, I want to enjoy the changing colours of the leaves and the warm afternoon sun before autumn gives way to the cold and damp of winter.

New beginnings in autumn

So, I’ve moved to a new city and abandoned the life of trains and pre-dawn starts. It’s amazing.

My studies are incredible. I’m surrounded  by old stone walls and creaking wooden staircases. Huge lecture theatres fill with hundreds of students. And it’s autumn, my favourite time of year. The leaves are burning orange and brown. They fall in flurries over the cobbled roads and narrow streets. 

I can’t quite believe how different my life is now. I refused to consider returning to study before. Let alone start over in a new city. But I’m here, and I feel alive. 

– Saffron

Work

I don’t usually write about work, out of fear that someone in the office might recognise my blog posts and my identity would be compromised.

But fuck it, I really fancy writing about it.

It’s my first office job- other  than the shitty temp jobs I took as a student. And I seem to have leapt straight off the ground and into this role with the enthusiasm and passion that is definitely missing at home. Every morning I dress and make my face up and suddenly I am a city suit, rather than a struggling millenial with abandonment issues. 

Generally, management is awful. Communication, responsibility, nothing. But the job itself is good, it’s teaching me a great deal of skills that will be invaluable where ever I go next. And despite the poor office management, I’m pushing through it and seem to be emerging at the otherside stronger, so far.

– Saffron