Advise me, go on. Do.
I’ve just been dumped by the love of my life. How’s that for a dramatic opening? Good, no? Thought so.
Whatever. The fact is he’s just too busy for me right now. Actually, he’s too busy for everything right now, including tending to his own sanity, so it’s not a surprise that I was sacrificed, but it makes me feel no better. At least my heart was only figuratively ripped out – it could have been a lot worse if I’d been born an Aztec.
Anyway, my point in writing this post is not to express how utterly shitty I feel, but to ask some advice*.
A big part of me wants to go home for a couple of weeks. I want to sit and drink wine with my friends, I want to meet my nephew, and I want to eat bacon and eggs in a greasy spoon while reading the News of the World. I want to drink a pint in a pub. I want to travel on a bus. I want to go into a bookshop, just to see if it’s as magical an experience as I remember, having been starved for so long of real bookshops, and lumbered only with charlatans that sell wall to wall Wilbur Smith. I want sushi.
However, I have no money, and very little time. I don’t know if running away for a wee while is wise, or whether I should just weather the storm and hold my head up as if nothing is wrong. Not that I’m managing that much right now. I’m sure most of the shoppers in pick’n’pay yesterday thought I was some crazed lunatic who was really, really upset with the potatoes.
So, seeing as I am incapable of making a rational decision myself, please advise me. What do you think? To go, or not to go, that is the question…
*do old teabags really reduce puffiness of the eye area?