Category Archives: A new life begins

Early days in the life of a publishing intern.

So far, so good

We’re staying in a little B&B not too far from my new flat, but before we checked in we drove by and looked at my flat from the outside. The area seems okay. There’s a Co-Op down the road, and the street is fairly clean. Continue reading

A Car Full of My Stuff

Dad just left the house with his car full of my stuff. The whole situation was just awful. Continue reading

Once I’ve Actually Moved

Today was fairly shit. I packed and unpacked, and then shuffled stuff around, and packed again. I’m still not sure exactly what I should bring. What’s too much stuff and what’s not enough? Continue reading

I got the flat

I got the flat! I’m moving to Dundee! Yippie, I got the flat. Continue reading

Dundee not so shit…maybe

ShopMum sent me this BBC link today. It’s about how Dundee isn’t that shit, or, actually, it’s an article that claims that at some point in the very near future Dundee will no longer be shit. Maybe I made the right decision.

(Although the Sarah Glynn person in the article sounds like a negative nelly and hopefully she’s wrong, because I’m moving their permanently. Eeeek.)

Dundee or London? Let fate decide

It all began where most major life decisions begin – at the work Christmas party. The deadline had passed for telling the Agency my decision: move to Dundee or take the job in London. I knew I needed to make a decision, but I just couldn’t deal with it. But I also knew that if I didn’t make up my mind soon, I’d lose the job opportunity all together. Continue reading

Drink-emailing, the silent killer

I regressed last night. I hate to admit it, but it happened. I had thought I matured. A bit of living away from home, a bit of travel, a serious job offer on the horizon, all experiences making me much more wise and self-aware. I thought I had learned from my silly past mistakes, I am now a grown-up who is impervious to over-emotional childish instincts. Continue reading

Opinions opinions

Have talked to leads of friends, and I’m still so confused. Move to Dundee or live in London? Everyone has a different opinion of what I should do, and I have no idea. Continue reading

On the move again?

Right, remember how just the other day I was whinging about not having anything to do. I wrote a whole post about how this was the first time in my entire life in which I had nothing to think about, and no ‘drama’. Yeah, well fuckity, fuck, fuck I spoke too soon. Continue reading

First hangover on home turf

Raging hangover. First night out in UK in seven months. First time I’ve seen M in over a year. Since working in the city, D has found the most mental places to go out in London. Was out all night, just got back on the first train in the morning. CRAZY, CRAZY TIMES! Continue reading