So this blogging thing has quite literally slipped my mind, but while looking through my dashbord, I discovered about 12 half written unpublished posts. Maybe now’s the time to publish them. I say that, but I’ll probably forget, and resurface a year later under new circumstances.
Let’s see, since we left off, I finished a masters degree, graduated, and endured about four months of unemployment, docility and borderline misery.
I’m now [effectively] working for a publishing company who publish journals, and its rather nice indeed. I finally seem to be approaching what I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve just turned 23, and I feel somewhat grateful that this is happening now. While enduring weekly trips to the Jobcentre, I had semi-prophetic visions, and they were not pretty.
Thankfully, all is well, apart from the stress associated with my impending need to move out and find a new place to live.
I’m off to Ukraine in a week, and its a country I’ve been wanting desperately to visit for several years though I’ve never really understood why..
While there I’ll be visiting Chernobyl—we’ll see how that turns out…
