Don't cry over spilt quiche

The interview went very well, very very well. And when I come back from overseas I have less than a week before I start my new job. I will make much less money than I do now. But I will be working for two people who I think will inspire me. I will be challenged. I will probably be scared quite a bit. I will have a lot of diversity in my work, and an exponential learning curve. I don't even have a computer, instead I will dictophone. I won't die wondering what if....

It does mean leaving Wellington. Last time that didn't go so well for me. but I feel my reasons for moving this time are a lot more sound.

The boy and I are together again. Some things just can't be solved with sense. And considering I am only here for six more weeks, it may just run it's course in any event.....

So, this should all be classified as good exciting news. But I think it's taking its toll, I'm feeling pretty raw right now and went bush for a few hours today. Well as bush as you can get in the city, at the wildlife sanctuary. I hiked all the way to the wind turbine with just fat-breasted little robins as my company. Anyway, The bears saw the worst of my rawness the other night, when I had a kitchen disaster that had me flexing my tonsils and expletive vocab quite violently, with the two of them scuttering round the kitchen trying to fix things before I threw the dish through the window. Mrs Bear: Don't just stand there, help her! Mr Bear: What do you want me to do? Give her a massage? Afterwards I felt ashamed. But I also wondered what is up with me?

Still, I have been building up to all of this change for quite some time. And as much as human beings are habitual creatures adverse to change, I don't want to get stagnant. That's the best way to get miserable. And I still have so much to learn.....