A Change Will Do You Good

So, I'm back. Obviously. Who else would be writing this?

Paris was fabulous. I'd forgotten how energised it always makes me feel. I've made a pact with myself to go back at least once a year from now on - I can't believe I left it so long this time. He also fell almost instantly in love with the place, which of coure is a benefit as although I'm perfectly willing to go alone, it is quite nice to have someone to carry my suitcase...

Being away from work for two weeks has given me a bit more clarity on the whole career situation, and actually made me make a decision (shock! horror!). I'm scared of jinxing it so don't want to say too much, but I've applied for a course to qualify me to teach English as a Foreigh Language, so if they offer me a place and I can find the £950 fee, I may be on the road to my ideal career. I just realised I needed to stop pissing about and actually get on with it (once again, shock! horror!). It'll take a year, one evening a week, so I won't be going anywhere for a while, but please cross your fingers for Mookmoo's First Step...

I don't know. It's funny how being away from your normal life for a couple of weeks makes you realise just how miserable and unsatisfied you are. Or is that just me? Either way, things are going to change.