I can 100% confirm that 99% of all of my personal belongings (minus the Rogue One poster, wah!) are now in Gloucester, along with myself, forever. Oh yeah, and I quit my job.
I’ve never been so Head vs Heart is torn in my life as I have been the last 2 weeks. Everything in my Head said, just stick out work for a few more months, it’ll be easier on you financially and Tim, and come December you can take a few weeks out to focus on getting better and find a new job in the New Year. As you can tell from the title of the post, Heart finally won a battle.
I was supposed to be back in London last Tuesday, but my Heart and Mind ached at the idea of leaving. The more I sat and thought about it, tried to rationalise it all in my head, the entire point of TJ and I moving to Gloucester was for a better quality of life, for him to get a better job with prospects and for me to get the headspace and mental clarity to get better that I so desperately needed. TJ wasn’t settled because I was just a visiting guest; if I wasn’t down here permanently we couldn’t grow and forge this new chapter together. If we weren’t going to be here as a united force for our own reasons and as a unit, then what was the point in the move at all?
So I called, handed in my notice with immediate effect and here I am today. 4 part-time interviews in the pipeline, a comfy-cosy home, and my own space to finally get better; the added bonus is a great coffee house around the corner. I realise that my situation is as such that I can afford to just leave my job, I get that, other in the same boat may not be able to, but always remember this:
WORK TO LIVE, DON’T LIVE TO WORK
Lots of love,