ends, beginnings and middle cravings.

Life is sweet.

The last couple of months (the time after I handed my dissertation in) have served as a pretty good reminder of how golden my life here in Edinburgh has been.

My friends are awesome,

my flat is warm, I make a mean cake, and my work has enough banter to supply good chat for a thousand corporate events. I also switched to Android after an unfortunate incident with the iPhone and a club.

So much exciting stuff is just about to happen that I am finding it progressively more difficult to be sad about leaving. I am, however, becoming anxious.

Damn it, I'm pretty much pooping my little pants.

I have a ticket to go to Taiwan, but no real idea whether or not I'll find a job, whether or not I'll find decent people to hang out with and I don't even know how long I'll be staying for.

A little while ago a cute boy told me that "as we get older, it becomes more important to make the right decision, so that you don't waste time" Not an exact quote, but the gist is there, that plus my parents' worried stares when I told them that I have no idea when or whether I'll be back has only made the anxiety and the contemplation about decisions worse.

But hey, if I don't do this now what would I do? Move to London? join the rat race? get a job? I don't want any of that (much to my mother's dismay...)

Anyway, I'm really struggling with the idea of blogging because I find that most blogs are so self indulgent that its sickening, so please, links in comments to blogs that aren't.

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