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Thoughts of Manchester
My dad just phoned me, just to have a natter, sort out some things with a bill I owe him for since I moved to London. He's coming for a visit soon and it'll be the first time I've seen him since May. I don't think I've ever gone this long without seeing a member of my family. And I have to admit even this snatched moment of conversation brightened my day.
At the moment I work from home, though I hope this changes very soon and I get a better paying job, and find myself rather isolated during the week. It's really only the weekends when L and I can relax for 48 hours together, that I really feel connected to the world. You can get a bit stir crazy working alone from home - especially when your best mate is away on holiday and there's no-one to talk to.
Of all the people 200 miles away it's my sister I miss the most. Whenever I was down, whenever I needed a shoulder to lean on, she'd be there. I am very blessed when it comes to my sister, who is one the of the kindest, most generous and unselfish people you could ever meet - in that she's so like my mum. I do miss her and wish I managed to keep in better contact with her - at least talk to her more often on the phone.
I think ultimately that's why I blog, it's just a way of talking to myself that has a better chance of getting a reply, a comment, than merely talking to these four walls. And today I feel like talking. Today I'm missing my friends and family, missing my dad, missing my sister.
I would dearly love to see my friends and plan to do so when one my oldest and closest mates gets married next month. But I'm so nervous about this visit as I am really not sure I can afford it. It's a terrible situation to be in, wanting to see your friends, not wanting to let them down, but at the same time knowing you don't really have the money to go 250 miles to a wedding with all that entails. A few years ago I missed a friend's wedding because I couldn't afford to go and I'd feel dreadful if this happened again.
I should add though, that I absolutely love living down here in North London. There are no regrets about being down here at all. It's just that right now, as you'd expect really, I'm missing friends and family so far away.
This entry was posted on August 19th, 2005 at 09:53 by Harry and is filed under Life.
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I'm almost certain I'll be in Manchester on the 11th (doing some gardening and IT training for the family 'silver surfer') so if you do manage to get the funds I'll treat you to a coffee (or something stronger?).
In the uni days though we were all used to being seperated by miles, during the long vacations we'd phone and write letters (crikey remember writing letters?).
In the case of my friends and family back in Manchester we've never had to do that, so for the first time I'm having to try to keep in contact with people that have always been part of my daily life. I'm so used to popping around to see my sister rather than writing an email.
I'm confident it'll all get worked out. It's just a case of getting used to the changes in my life. I certainly don't regret moving here, just regret I can't see my family as much - and in that it's just a matter of not having a car at the moment.
Anyway, it'll be damn good to catch up with you mate if we can manage it.
I think in those days we had more time though didn't we?
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