My latest collection of developed pictures capture the last month for me. Well, the month of August. It's strange giving this update, because I have just been getting on with what I'm doing, rather than putting time and effort into this blog and now the blogging feels quite alien. First and foremost, the reason for my absence; I have a job. I work at a men's clothing company called DigDeep. I work at a brand new store in Bath. It's exciting, because it's a relatively new brand, and a brand new store, I get to be more than just a sales assistant. I am getting the chance to become involved with the marketing, merchandising, idea generation. I get regular meetings with the CEO, for feedback and idea sessions. I'm also soon going to be contributing to the social media side of it, which I have pushed for. Like every job it has it's down sides, like the commuting and getting up early when I am not a morning person. However, I am having a lot of fun, with some lovely people.
Sadly, because of my job and my time being used to do something productive, I don't have much time to see my friends as much as I'd like. I see Philip at lunch times, which is quite nice, but never seems to be enough time. Also, I really miss Chloë. The fact that we aren't going back to our little house has sunk in now. With September on it's way out, it's getting harder to find time to meet. To reminisce. To gossip. To drink. To chill. To eat lovely food. To enjoy the outside. To try and keep the times in the blue house alive.
On a very good note. I passed my degree. All my work in the shed actually paid off, and I returned, once again, to Falmouth to graduate with my friends. It's like relief. Real relief. I've said it before, but this time it really is over and I really am glad.
Philip. He's lovely. I miss him when I'm not with him. He treats me well. He encourages me. He always smells nice. He sings me nice songs. I think about him almost constantly. I still don't know how I got so lucky.
Over most of August. It was just me and my Dad in the house. I liked it. He seemed to understand how much I was frustrated about not being able to find a job. How my freedom from uni had been ripped from me. He was Interested in my work in the shed. We'd have real disscussions. Adult conversations. He knows i'm not a child anymore. He also knows that I'm struggling to become an adult.
August was also quite a gluttonous month. It was good. Lunch times with Mary in the rain. Toasties getting soggy. Beautiful food and drink makes me happy. I'm glad I've been able to see more of Mary. I missed her quirky ways and her descriptive wordings.
As much as I haven't been able to see Chloë, it's still nice to know that we will stay in contact for a long time after uni. She sent me wonderful gifts for my birthday. The rosy tin is now where I keep my rings. She knows. She knows.
My birthday came and went. It came with a lovely quiet evening with Philip, Steve, and Mary. It came with a glorious mini feast. Roast vegetables. Italian salads. Tapas. Bread. Meats. And ofcourse it came with Cake. Sparkling Cake.
My birthday went with the end of August. 22 and so to life. To try and find/make myself once again. Or I could just do what I do anyway and be a drifter. Just ride whatever life throws at me. Not really being that phased with the things I can't control. Caring too much about the things I can. Getting lost in thoughts and waking up from day dreams, realising that opportunities have passed me by, and that a run is needed to chase them.