On Sunday, we went to a garden party at our friends' place. They've just gotten engaged, bought & renovated an appartment. Their place is the sort of place you could raise kids in, and I never thought that possible in London. The appt backs onto a huge communal but private garden, and on Sunday, it was full of neighbouring families w kids. They were doing egg & spoon races, sack races, tug of war, face painting, you name it. It was just so lovely, and I never knew anything like that existed in central London.
But, it just made me feel so homesick and like my life is so off track. Before I started m/c, DH & I were expecting twins. They could easily have been our entire family. We were going to go home in Sept, to our beautiful little appt in Sydney and our loving family. My work contract was finishing up at the end of July, and so was DH's project at work, so it was the perfect time to leave. We were going to fill the gap with a bit of mild holidaying.
But now, I am still m/cing. I will be unemployed in 2 weeks. DH will keep working at a job he hates because he isn't a quitter. We live in a tiny rental appt that's unfit for cats, let alone kids. We have no prospect of going home anytime soon and no prospect of a hug from my mum anytime soonWe can't travel cos I have to do BTs on 2nd day of AF for the recurrent m/c clinic, and I have no idea when that's going to happen.
Why did my life go so wrong? I just keep ignoring everything and hoping it will all get better by itself. But it won't. I have to look for work.
I think it would all be a lot better if I could keep working where I am. But I don't think that's going to happen. Talking myself up to agents isn't going to be easy when I feel like a dismal failure.
oh, its not really all that bad. I'm a bit of a drama queen. I'm almost addicted to the sympathy I've had recently![]()



We can't travel cos I have to do BTs on 2nd day of AF for the recurrent m/c clinic, and I have no idea when that's going to happen.





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