I have no idea who reads this blog. According to the stats, hundreds of you. According to the comments, about half a dozen.
If you know me well and you’re hearing this news for the first time, I apologise for the impersonal means of its conveyance.
I’m moving to muthafuckin Singapore!!!!!
I’m very excited, but really quite scared at the same time.
Things I’m excited by:
• Adventures
• Leaving my comfort zone
• Sunshine
• Diving
• Bao
• Quality time with Jonty
Things I’m scared of:
• Leaving my comfort zone
• Missing my sister
• Feeling lonely
• Giving up weed
It’s kinda reassuring that the pro list is longer than the con one, except that the negatives are accompanied by a general sense of abject terror.
Needless to say, I’m not sleeping very well.
Last night went something like:
0000: Fall asleep
0400: Wake up
0430: Get back into bed shivering
0530: Eventually manage to distract myself with dirty thoughts
0600: Make myself come, finally able to fall asleep
0630: Alarm goes off. Argh!
I agonised for months about my motivations for getting married, and whether it was the right decision for me, but I never once lost sleep over it; skipping country is something I’ve wanted to do for years and now it’s happening it’s driving me crazy!
It is super-exciting though. London life is great, but my imp of the perverse wants to take the Etch-a-sketch and shake things up a bit.
The trouble is, at four am it feels like I’m about to drop kick the Etch-a-sketch off a cliff.
My imp of the perverse also has a well-developed sense of irony.
The absurdity of my moving to one of the strictest, most puritanical places in the world has been noted.
What can I say, sometimes a wayward girl needs some serious discipline 😉