Transition

I have moved from Cheltenham to Bath as of this month, in preparation for a new job starting in August. Ultimately, I’m just exhausted. Everything is unfamiliar and I still have to commute an hour each way to my old work until the end of the month. And so all my anxiety is transitory and temporary but I just want it to be over now, and for my new flat to feel like home and not like the unfurnished blank echoey space it was when I got the keys not three weeks ago. Funnily enough I also found a couple thousand words in my Google Drive (I don’t use my G accounts anymore) which was a first-person power fantasy following every trope possible, about a group of people with magical powers. I’m still impressed at my pacing but utterly disappointed with myself over the unhidden horniness of it. I think I must have been in Year 8? Very much “men writing women”. Anyway, writing this has helped a little. Not everything can be done at once. Little by little you proceed until suddenly, without…