new moon

I saw the long awaited second film in the Twilight series yesterday and even though I was surrounded by 12 year old girls,  I LOVED it! I'll admit that it may not win any Oscars, but I think I actually may even have liked it more than the book. (New Moon was my least favourite out of the 4 for the simple lack of Edward in it and Bella's irritating melancholy). But I did surprise myself by coming round slightly to Team Jacob - although the wolf pack's rippling 6 packs may have had something to do with that!

However, it turns out that a film about break ups may not have been the wisest choice this weekend. I was staying with some friends in the country and whilst we had a lovely time, chilling in pubs, long walks in the New Forrest and sampling the local (very chavvy) nightlife, they also happen to be the same group of friends who know Country Boy. Whilst I obviously don't begrudge them for still being friends with him, it was just still quite hard hearing his name mentioned and about the things he's been up to. It made me realise that not only do I not want to know, that maybe I'm not as over him as I thought. London's a great bubble as he was never really anything to do with my life here so it surprised me by just how much it all still hurts. Which is very annoying to be honest. I  would never want to stop being friends with said group of people and accept these things take time, I just with they'd take a little less, that's all.

I promise this will be the last break up related post for a while, I'm starting to bore myself with it.

to date or not to date?

So the question posed in the title is actually slightly redundant as I have already been dating. Which always feels like a bit of an American term really for what is essentially, just spending time with someone. I've known the guy in question for 6 months or so - thank god! So we've skipped the awkward I-don't-know-anything-about-you-stage. Although we are colleagues which is a completely different kettle of fish, albeit quite a fun one! Needless to say, I'm keen to keep it on the down low at work...

I guess it's only natural after being in a relationship, but it's hard not to compare. In all honesty, not may of the comparisons are working out in Country Boy's favour at the moment which is proving to be quite re-affirming. Turns out I actually quite like being single. I like doing my own thing and not having to consider anyone else. (Yes, that might be selfish but at least it's honest.) And now this big whole wide world of dating and flirting has been opened up to me again and it feels strangely liberating.

tis the season to be single

So after a very painful hour and a half one night last week, my housemate and I finally figured how to make the Virgin box of tricks work and hey presto, we have internet! I should probably mention that this setting up time included a short and sweet phone to my technological guru of a father. I should also probably mention that the phonecall was neither short or particularly sweet! So big, BIG thanks is definitely in order.

I have really missed writing on my blog and faithfully promise to write a lot more. However, it may have been a saving grace that my online access was so limited as whilst my posts might have been quite cathartic, they may not have been particularly man friendly. Needless to say Country Boy is history and I've surprised myself by how little I miss him. Instead, what's stayed with me is the horrible feeling of rejection and not quite being good enough for someone. But hey, I've been through enough heartbreak to know that it's nothing that time and dating can't fix (more on the latter in another post).

Anyway, it seems that I'm in good company this month as 4 of my really close friends have split up with their boyfriends. Some have been dumped, some done the dumping. But either way it always really hurts. Even if you know time does incredible things, there's always still that feeling of being completely raw and numb all at the same time when it first happens. The friend I feel most sorry for has split up with her live in man and not only are they still living together, they're still sharing a bed. Naturally I've suggested she leave/sleep on my sofa/the street/anywhere else but in the same room... Whilst I'm not sure how soon she'll heed my advice, it does make me appreciate that one of the benefits of breaking up with someone in a long distance relationship is that you'll never bump into them unless you want to.

out of office

So I know that this has been my worst month for blogging since records officially began a year ago (happy birthday bigcitybumpkin!) But it's honestly not been for want of trying. I've actually really missed posting my latest ramblings, but I still don't have the Internet at home and can't very often post at work. So how about a quick update? Well my big work trip to Germany went really well and despite the fact it was exhausting taking 20 meetings a day for 4 days, turns out I like talking enough to make it quite enjoyable, who knew?! My flat is working out amazingly well, lovely new housemates, very cozy, lots of cooking together and nice to explore a new area. I still have lots of moving-house stuff to sort like registering at a new Doctors etc but am slowly trying to sort it all out bit by bit. As for everything else, well, it's ok. Turns out the best thing about having been heartbroken before is that you know that time does amazing things and that you'll be ok. Plus I have lots of exciting things to look forward too like a weekend in Ireland this Halloween with 2 certain someones dressed as yummy mummies (get it?!), never mind a lovely weekend home to see my family and then of course there's New Moon in just a few weeks... The best thing about being single? Easy. I won't have any boyfriend to cheat on when I meet Robert...

heartbreak

So I didn't think Country Boy would ever break my heart. But turns out that was just one of a long list of things I was wrong about. As it transpires he has less emotional intelligence than a small child and not even enough respect for me to break up with me in person. But I don't want to be one of those people who bash their exs in public so I'll leave it at that for now.

The good news is my new housemates are beyond lovely and my friends have been absolute legends. Work couldn't be busier which is proving to be a great distraction and I have a long weekend planned to Ireland soon with a couple of my best mates. I may not be a fan of Guinness, but I've always had a bit of a thing for the Irish accent...

normal service

This is just a super quick post to say normal blogging service will be resumed as soon as I manage to sort out an Internet connection to my new house. We moved in on a particularly hectic weekend almost 2 weeks ago and it's taken me until now to try and wade through the mound of paperwork it creates what with changing banks, sorting out old deposits, sorting out council tax, voting, gas and electricity yada yada yada. Why is it that those kind of thing are guaranteed to take twice as long as they rightfully should? But hey, at least I've unpacked. Actually I had that done by the end of the first weekend. It sounds like I'm bragging, but it was a necessity as I had so many boxes blocking the room to my bedroom, it was a struggle to get in through the door! Therein lies the problem, not only am I a hoarder, I'm also surprisingly good at fitting a large amount of stuff into a very small space... which by the way, is very useful when backpacking. Particularly if your boyfriend switches and carries your ridiculously heavy bag for you.

Best. Festival.

I can only apologise for my terrible blogging this month. (Not so much the quality of my posts, (obviously), more the quantity. Last weekend was sent on the sunny Isle of Wight, where it's fair to say, I had an incredible 4 days. Even if I have spent the best part of this week recovering. And just for the record, if you're shattered after being at a festival, no one will give you any sympathy. Which I can just about cope with, after all, I had a sun tan and the memory of some amazing live music to get me through. Isn't it weird how some bands live are incredible, and others you can't wait to see just don't live up to expectations. Like Elbow, I'm not a particular fan but they were beyond amazing in person. Whereas MGNT and Massive Attack were somewhat disappointing. 

Anyway, so since I've got back from that, I've been faced with the prospect of moving house, erm, well today actually. Needless to say, I only started to pack last night and haven't nearly finished. Really should get on with it as am starting to panic slightly about not doing it in time/it not fitting in my van. I've hired a man with a van off gumtree if anyone's interested. His name's Dave. I feel this is a good solid vanman name and am hopeful it means he will help me carry all my VERY heavy boxes up and down all the stairs.

Country boy was supposed to help me move but he told me last night that he can't now as he has to work. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me panic somewhat. (I really do have A LOT of stuff. If Only I wasn't such a godamn hoarder.) Anyway, my lovely friend Emily spoke to another of of friends and mentioned I might need a hand, so this friend dutifully called me up to offer. He's also a country boy, but maybe I'll refer to him as Surf Boy. So the long and the short of it, is that Surf Boy is now my hero. Ok, I really have to go finish packing now, this is getting silly!