I think moving to Brighton was the best thing I've ever done for myself. However, when I came home at Christmas, I was still really unhappy. Whenever people would ask me how things were going I'd tell them how great it was- but it was so draining because I felt like I was lying.
Last week I came home again. And again, people asked me how things were going. And once again, I told them how great things were. But this time, I didn't feel like I was lying. Don't get me wrong, I could still give you a list of negatives as long as my arm, but I'm not as overwhelmed by them and it gives me the chance to appreciate the positives. I'm still missing my job more than I can put into words, and I'm still absolutely desperate to just drop everything and to go and travel the world, but right now- I don't think staying in Brighton will be such a bad thing.
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