First Week Highs and Lows (Rugby Trauma, and Overwhelm)
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 writing my science fiction or poetry, which is a little sad.
This weekend was also rather overwhelming. I was out teaching Saturday morning, came back to Steyning to watch the rugby, ended up in the Star watching England nearly lose to Scotland, and ended up a bit traumatised by the experience. I have discovered that if you ask people are happy to explain what is going on in rugby matches, so I occasionally feel a bit like an anthropologist discovering a new culture. I know it is a bit unoriginal to say that.
It occurred to me how aggressive and violent rugby can be, and I was a little unsettled, but then I do martial arts, so really, I have little right to an opinion. Anyway, I have decided to take a break from competitive sports viewing after the last match of the season next week, and recover from the onslaught that was the Six Nations, and watching Steyning play. I am amazed I suddenly came out for England in their last match and actually supported them.
I guess I am English after all, I was born here, but I am not patriotic in any narrow sense, and I don't love England to the exclusion of other countries or places etc. It is natural enough to love one's country, but the world probably needs us to love one another no matter where we are from, a lot more.
Today I went to Quaker meeting, and then wondered about Brighton. It is so strange to be home in about thirty minutes, I have achieved so much more with my day and met so many more people. I could have stayed out and celebrated St Patrick's Day, but I decided against it to struggle on with my visa.
Ah the visa...I will finish it tomorrow.
;-)
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 writing my science fiction or poetry, which is a little sad.
This weekend was also rather overwhelming. I was out teaching Saturday morning, came back to Steyning to watch the rugby, ended up in the Star watching England nearly lose to Scotland, and ended up a bit traumatised by the experience. I have discovered that if you ask people are happy to explain what is going on in rugby matches, so I occasionally feel a bit like an anthropologist discovering a new culture. I know it is a bit unoriginal to say that.
It occurred to me how aggressive and violent rugby can be, and I was a little unsettled, but then I do martial arts, so really, I have little right to an opinion. Anyway, I have decided to take a break from competitive sports viewing after the last match of the season next week, and recover from the onslaught that was the Six Nations, and watching Steyning play. I am amazed I suddenly came out for England in their last match and actually supported them.
I guess I am English after all, I was born here, but I am not patriotic in any narrow sense, and I don't love England to the exclusion of other countries or places etc. It is natural enough to love one's country, but the world probably needs us to love one another no matter where we are from, a lot more.
Today I went to Quaker meeting, and then wondered about Brighton. It is so strange to be home in about thirty minutes, I have achieved so much more with my day and met so many more people. I could have stayed out and celebrated St Patrick's Day, but I decided against it to struggle on with my visa.
Ah the visa...I will finish it tomorrow.
;-)
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