Surfing the Crimson Wave

Urgh. I still feel like shit, but now it's because I am becursed, and my sodding back hurts. So you're not going to get a let up from my whining just yet.

Life is a bit odd at the moment. A lot of things are changing, and although most are probably for the better, it's all a bit disconcerting.

If everything goes the way that we want it to, within three or four months I should have a new job (I'm up for a promotion), a new car (April really is dying), and a new home (thanks to the new salary). And He is looking about for a new job too, which usually means he'll find one.

This is all good, in a way, but it's all happening at once, and that's kind of scary.

Also, it means we're still in Essex (for a bit) and that's always a bit of a dodgy trade off. Hence the moving house to a (hopefully) nicer part of town.

The problem is, I'm not sure I'm ready to finally surrender and be a grown up with a proper career, a car that isn't falling apart, and a house that isn't part of an ex-council-estate with dodgy neighbours and a lot of car theft.

But being a grown up doesn't mean I have to give up on having adventures, does it? After all, the greatest perk of all about the new job would be being able to save for The Big Trip again...