I recieved an email today that made me laugh, not because the email was funny, but becasue of the timing....
So, as my previous post mentions I am longing to return to the UK, well, yesterday I aslo sent an email to a recruiting agency in the UK that I delt with before. Today I got an email from a different agency about jobs in Glasgow.
Now this in itself would be an interesting coincedence, but Shanny (of Kitten's Musings - yes I have to update that link) is going to Glasgow too.
A wee bit more history / info, just for the sake of it.
Sean is in Birmingham.
The job I nearly got 18 months ago, and the reason I emailed the previous recruiter - to see if the company was still interested in me - is in Manchester, between Birmingham and Glasgow.
On my 2005 tour of Scotland I fell in love with the place.
Are the fates telling me something, or teasing me? (I'm still not sure my day job is my career!)
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Longings of the heart
Over the past couple days while I sat working at my day job (writing and crafts do not pay the bills) a longing has filled my heart.
It has come and gone for the past year, this longing for the UK.
To return to the adventures I had, the people I met, and the friends I made.
There is one in particular, let's call him Sean (as the character in '5 of a Kind' was based on him), whom is the cause of the heartache.
I miss him dearly, and merely thinking about him tugs at my heart.
It has been nearly two years since I last saw him in person, so how genuine is this feeling?
Is it love, like I think it might be, or is it a simple desire to have fun like I did when we were together?
The feelings were strong in the writing and preparation of the play '5 of a Kind' and at the time I thought it was a longing for the past.
But now that it is over, what is it I feel?
I do not want to dismiss love so lightly, one such as me has rarely, if at all, experienced love.
Yet I feel I should examine other possibilities.
Could it be, as I mentioned before, as simple as a longing for the past?
For a friend who is fun to be with, and there for each other?
For freedom from the monotonous rigors of my day job?
For the adventure of travel?
I want to fly from here, I want to escape and write.
Why can't I drive myself to work to that end?
If Sean is a love, or even the memory of our time is what I cherish, why can't I use it to drive me.
To motivate me to reunite in person and find the truth in my heart.
I will endeavour to channel this longing into productive work.
Work to save money.
Work to prepare what needs to be done.
And courage to make those leaps of faith into the unknown that I fear.
It has come and gone for the past year, this longing for the UK.
To return to the adventures I had, the people I met, and the friends I made.
There is one in particular, let's call him Sean (as the character in '5 of a Kind' was based on him), whom is the cause of the heartache.
I miss him dearly, and merely thinking about him tugs at my heart.
It has been nearly two years since I last saw him in person, so how genuine is this feeling?
Is it love, like I think it might be, or is it a simple desire to have fun like I did when we were together?
The feelings were strong in the writing and preparation of the play '5 of a Kind' and at the time I thought it was a longing for the past.
But now that it is over, what is it I feel?
I do not want to dismiss love so lightly, one such as me has rarely, if at all, experienced love.
Yet I feel I should examine other possibilities.
Could it be, as I mentioned before, as simple as a longing for the past?
For a friend who is fun to be with, and there for each other?
For freedom from the monotonous rigors of my day job?
For the adventure of travel?
I want to fly from here, I want to escape and write.
Why can't I drive myself to work to that end?
If Sean is a love, or even the memory of our time is what I cherish, why can't I use it to drive me.
To motivate me to reunite in person and find the truth in my heart.
I will endeavour to channel this longing into productive work.
Work to save money.
Work to prepare what needs to be done.
And courage to make those leaps of faith into the unknown that I fear.
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