Beside the Sea

Since my reentry into the world of education, it has been tough keeping up with life and blogs and writing and any sort of artistry. It has been a crazy few months. Everything is in some sort of manic upheaval, and I am somewhere, kinda depressed in the middle. Change takes so much out of you, and there is so much I want to do, but I keep being distracted by life circumstances and holding things down. I moved out of Steyning to stop having to commute to work, and then I end up commuting to work. Swings and roundabouts. At least I get to travel through the city until I am in the middle of the greenery again. On the way, I usually listen to something by Joanna Macy and Deep Ecology in some attempt to regain my hope for this world and our lives upon it. It does help a little give some sort of perspective, and perhaps even direction and understanding of my own life. I also get to do a little photography which has been missing from my twitter since I left the country. Without the rolli...

So here we are again. My to-do list is giving my mind a slow and painful meltdown, I have, however, gotten up and gotten dressed and gotten on with most of it. I don't feel like I have weekends, just week-catch ups. I had hoped for a period of quiet stability for a while to collect myself after various dramatic events, but my life is rarely quiet and rarely simple. I am thrown into once again re-planning my life and my career, and apparently trying to figure out my identity, but I think that one is likely to be connected to Brexit. Apart from suggesting on Twitter that we go in search of Arthur, the Once and Future King, I don't have any bright ideas on Brexit. Perhaps it is very British of me to avoid politics, or maybe I just don't want to be dragged into an angry debate. That said no one I have met, whether I agreed with them on Brexit or not, has ever really kicked off so to speak. I think now it is not knowing what the final outcome will be which is the hardest part...

I am procrastinating still. I am supposed to be applying for my Russia Visa and I still haven't really done anything. It is seven in the evening on a Sunday, I have been non stop all weekend, and I know I won't feel relaxed until it is out of the way. I know I am dragging my heals on this and it is going to cost me extra money as a consequence. Such is life. It was more important that I actually moved to Worthing and escaped living with well, things I have detailed enough of on twitter. And on that front things are fine. I seem to be suffering a little sadness probably from encountering a lot of life changes in a short amount of time. People are moving on and I am feeling a bit left behind here on the south coast, but I am sure things will be alright and I will start to make new friends. I have so many interests to throw myself into it is all very overwhelming. I have to find a new touch rugby club, a new martial arts club, and a new gym. I haven't had much time for wr...

Here I am again. Post the drama of what was supposed to be a quiet episode in the country, I have rejoined civilisation, and I have moved my Queendom to a small flat in Worthing. Worthing. I wouldn't say it was my first choice for a town to live, but perhaps that is because, like many seaside towns, the best part is the seaside. I am exhausted, I can't believe I even have the focus to write any of this. This is too hot work to last long.  I have a Russian Visa to somehow work out this week. I don't think I am going to make it in time for the 21st of April but I will try. I will probably have to do the paperwork Wednesday and then beg work for a day to go to London. Yesterday I made the epic journey down here, having packed all my things and moved all my boxes pretty much on my own. I hired a man with a van and just got out of Steyning. It now feels a million miles away, all the problems, all the drama, and the cat. Everything here is super chilled out. My flatmate is...