Sunday, December 4, 2011

Familiar Territory

As the bus pulled away, I waved back, blew a kiss and watched as they got smaller and smaller, further and further away. I was leaving Manchester, again.

 I didn't dwell on the decision too much.

I went for a job interview during the week which turned out to be disaster and I had told myself if I got the job, I would stay, if not, then I would leave and return home to Dublin. Flipping a coin, heads, I win, tails I lose. Everyone asked was I making the right decision and I couldn't give them a straight answer, as I write this now, I am still not sure. But all I can do is give it a try.

I did have a little cry on the coach, listening to maudlin music to cry too, it's an actual folder on my MP3 player. But all in all, I am optimistic.