Being Away
There is almost nothing that I don’t love about my life in Glasgow.
The work is incredible. I can only think of a handful of moments over the last year and a half when my passion has wavered. The people are loyal, straight talking and funny. I’ve met some great guys now and then and, although I’ve had my heart bashed up a couple of times, I don’t really regret too much. My flat is beautiful and the city is perfect.
What I forgot when I moved was how much I love family. I love my family, I love the families of my friends who I’ve known for years and, in all honesty, due to lack of time I’m not making great headway on creating a ‘family’ for myself any time soon.
I don’t know if it’s the shows I’m watching at the moment or my recent bad experiences or the fact that my friend got married over the summer but, currently, I find myself unable to wait for the day where I have a proper job in theatre that I love and I can come home from work, cuddle my wonderfully obliging house husband, chase my kids up into their treehouse (which I built, let’s not joke) and go running with my retriever puppy.
I’ve never wanted a traditional life. I’m desperate to travel and see the world and I LOVE work. Being a stay home mother will never be an option for me and, god knows, I can be a real nightmare to deal with. My cooking is also far too shite. It’s horrid to see how unfeasible my ‘dream life’ might be but it’s so firmly in my head.
I’m struggling to forget my age. I’m really excited for when my ‘real life’ gets to begin.
