Rennie1989
06-12-13, 11:40
Hiya
In a month and a half time my husband and I will be moving from our flat in Surrey (near the London border) to my parents home on the Kentish coast. I was excited about this at first but now, for so many reasons, I feel apprehensive and premature nostalgia.
Work has been dominating my personal life a lot. I work full time and my manager gave me weekend on weekend off, which was good at first, until it meant working eight or nine days in a row with only two days off to rest before starting more or less all over again. I care about my job a lot too, even though I hate it, but feel like I'm the only one who does. My manager takes the mickey with his shifts, once he spent most of his 5 hour shift either outside or on the phone. I get paid second to least yet do most of the phoning when things are broken and ID the customers who look underage. And with such a short time left here it's being dominated by work!
When I got married in September only one of my friends from my hometown came up (out of seven) and it really upset me, naturally, and the one who did come up was my bridesmaid who was a nightmare. My friends were meant to come up and see me last month, they were excited about it before, but went ahead and made different plans. So I now have no friends to return to.
We aren't planning on living with my parents for long, we have plans to move to a different town in Kent, as the one my parents live in has turned into a dive. But it's not here. I love it here, I love being close to London and having 'London things' around. Day and night life is better, more places to go and see, people have more get-up-and-go and the general vibe is much better. Not to mention, when in central London, I love the how busy it is, seeing all the commuters in their expensive suits looking important, looking at the tall buildings and just loving the whole magic of the place. Going to miss how easily accessible it all is, I suppose.
When I moved up here in September 2011 I never looked back. I was never home sick, I missed my friends and family but not to the point where it upset me and I took my new life with open arms. Now, especially on the way back from the V&A yesterday, I was almost in tears watching the world go by. I know I'm returning to a place that made me miserable, to people that made me miserable. My friend, who came to my wedding, doesn't even seem that excited to see me when I visit in a weeks time, what will everyone be like when I move down?
It's really starting to get to me. I'm beginning to feel snappy (even acting passive-aggressive towards my manager, which is not like me but I do blame him for pushing me sometimes), teary when I think about the move. We're getting a transfer from work to our new place and I just don't care anymore. I'm struggling with my writing too, which is a bad sign to me. Even reading this back is making me feel really upset.
Unfortunately it has to be done now. Transfers have been secured, landlord notified of moved, and the simple fact that we cannot afford to live here if we want a mortgage and family. The town we're looking to move to has affordable housing and the area is lovely, but it's not London. There's no going back, it's 'like it or lump it'.
I suppose I just wanted to rant. I don't know what advice can be given, really.
In a month and a half time my husband and I will be moving from our flat in Surrey (near the London border) to my parents home on the Kentish coast. I was excited about this at first but now, for so many reasons, I feel apprehensive and premature nostalgia.
Work has been dominating my personal life a lot. I work full time and my manager gave me weekend on weekend off, which was good at first, until it meant working eight or nine days in a row with only two days off to rest before starting more or less all over again. I care about my job a lot too, even though I hate it, but feel like I'm the only one who does. My manager takes the mickey with his shifts, once he spent most of his 5 hour shift either outside or on the phone. I get paid second to least yet do most of the phoning when things are broken and ID the customers who look underage. And with such a short time left here it's being dominated by work!
When I got married in September only one of my friends from my hometown came up (out of seven) and it really upset me, naturally, and the one who did come up was my bridesmaid who was a nightmare. My friends were meant to come up and see me last month, they were excited about it before, but went ahead and made different plans. So I now have no friends to return to.
We aren't planning on living with my parents for long, we have plans to move to a different town in Kent, as the one my parents live in has turned into a dive. But it's not here. I love it here, I love being close to London and having 'London things' around. Day and night life is better, more places to go and see, people have more get-up-and-go and the general vibe is much better. Not to mention, when in central London, I love the how busy it is, seeing all the commuters in their expensive suits looking important, looking at the tall buildings and just loving the whole magic of the place. Going to miss how easily accessible it all is, I suppose.
When I moved up here in September 2011 I never looked back. I was never home sick, I missed my friends and family but not to the point where it upset me and I took my new life with open arms. Now, especially on the way back from the V&A yesterday, I was almost in tears watching the world go by. I know I'm returning to a place that made me miserable, to people that made me miserable. My friend, who came to my wedding, doesn't even seem that excited to see me when I visit in a weeks time, what will everyone be like when I move down?
It's really starting to get to me. I'm beginning to feel snappy (even acting passive-aggressive towards my manager, which is not like me but I do blame him for pushing me sometimes), teary when I think about the move. We're getting a transfer from work to our new place and I just don't care anymore. I'm struggling with my writing too, which is a bad sign to me. Even reading this back is making me feel really upset.
Unfortunately it has to be done now. Transfers have been secured, landlord notified of moved, and the simple fact that we cannot afford to live here if we want a mortgage and family. The town we're looking to move to has affordable housing and the area is lovely, but it's not London. There's no going back, it's 'like it or lump it'.
I suppose I just wanted to rant. I don't know what advice can be given, really.