I'm not sure how many of you are still amused by my occasional life-centric posts, I'm not around as much as I used to be due to the evil number of hours I'm working (uh... forty. Oh. Well, that's still too damn many.)
Every new song I write seems to be about escape. I hate my job and my house and this town.
So my dad visited (we can almost hold conversations now) and a few things he said made me wonder what's actually keeping me here.
My mortgage.
My sister.
My dog.
Now that the rest of the family are moving off to pastures new (France and Tenerife!) I don't see the point in staying here.
With the increase in property values over the last couple of years, I'm actually sitting on a good £20,000 here with my house. So I'm going to sell up, bum around America and see my friends over there, maybe write a book about it. Then when I come back (if I come back, he he) I can find somewhere new to start again. Somewhere relatively chav-free. I'd say completely chav-free but you can't expect a miracle.
Becky said I should go and do what I need to do while I'm free to do it. The only problem is Dale, I either have to take him with me somehow or give him up. :cry:
I've realised I'm 21 years old and I should have a life. I'll probably never forgive myself if I don't do this now... So that's my plan.
Tell me I'm crazy.