Winter Blues

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Where to begin with this blog post, that is most definitely the question?! There are so many conflicting issues making their home in my head at the moment I honestly don't know whether I'm coming or going. I guess I could start with the recurrent pangs for my (only recently left behind) London life - and yes, I am fully aware of the irony.... couldn't wait to get out and now I'm practically screaming to get back.

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I probably did take way too many things for granted, all of which have become crushingly apparent since we've come to Cornwall. No impromtu coffee/cocktails for me (my nearest girlfriend lives an hour away and I don't drive!) - and even though she was rarely home, I do actually miss my Sister and her bonafide crazy ways.

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And then there's the work situation. Working from home has its perks for sure but I'm genuinely craving the company of others during the day - there's a lot to be said for background noise that is not the television. I'm not exactly a talkative person in the office but I'm a keen listener, and for some reason it does seem to help my concentration when writing.

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Ugh, and how could I forget the fact I'm miles from an airport - or at least one with direct flights to Ireland, which is also beginning to make me jumpy. Is this what feeling homesick is like? I can't say I've ever really experienced it but I'm certain this might be it. I still haven't managed to sort out my passport since it was stolen in Barcelona (why do they make it so f**king hard, it's not like it was my fault?!!!) which is irritating my Mother as much as it is me. Today though I took the bull by the horns and went into town to try and get the correct forms (I've given up on replacing my Irish one because it was borderline farcical) and all important photos.

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Going into town shouldn't be a big deal, especially as we live smack bang in the middle of it, but dragging my ass out of the house is becoming increasingly difficult. The only thing that makes it bearable are the copious charity shops that line the main thoroughfare and the fact I can be back at the house in minutes should the situation become all too much. Sound insane - and ever so slightly agoraphobic? Just being honest folks (not always a good thing I've discovered) but hopefully this whole 'we've made a terrible mistake' situation will resolve itself soon. In the meantime, I shall console myself with pistachios - worked when I was a teen so it's certainly worth a go now. Oh life.

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what i'm wearing... rust cords/anthropologie... polo neck/primark... striped blazer/topshop... blue scarf/charity shop... faux fur hat/vintage... faux patent boots/h&m... faux leather satchel/nica