Saturday, 6 September 2014

Let's Dance to Joy Division

I am glad I get on with my parents. 

I have a lot of friends who don't, seeing posts on Facebook about how difficult it is, and hearing how upset they are after finishing university and moving back in with them makes me immensely grateful that the decision to move back to Liverpool wasn't motivated entirely by absolute necessity. Which isn't to say I did have any other options, I didn't, but at least they don't turn the WiFi off when they go to bed.

So far they've been feeding me, provided me with a far more comfortable bed than any of my Glasgow landlords ever did and I have full, unfettered access to five longhaired miniature dachshunds. It's difficult to be less than ecstatic about that. There's been a few things happen that I'm a little apprehensive of, but little things that it seems silly to make a fuss of. Telling my mum I'm not hungry and ten minutes later being presented with a cheese sandwich, being asked why and told "but you'll miss X on television" when I mention I'm going for a ride on my bike after dinner, comments about what I'm wearing. Admitedly that last one was started by my sister and she's a whole different can of crazy snakes. Still, they're things I can't decide if I'm just being sensitive about becasue I'm waiting for this whole "moving back in with my parents" thing to become a disaster or if this is the kind of thing I need to nip in the bud and end right now.

Boris, our latest addition to the pack.


I don't want to seem ungrateful and risk alienating them but at the same time it would be nice to get some distance and be able to live here and not feel like a teenager. At least when I was a teenager I knew that I'd be moving out when I finished school, right now I don't know when my bank balance will justify me renting without a family discount again.

I need to think about jobs and the future and what happens next and where my life is going, but right now I'm exhausted. I've got some ideas for jobs I'd really like to do (and even an interview!) but those positions don't start until next year. In the meantime I need money and I'm in the process of sending out applications, mostly retail, hoping for some seaonal work to come up that will help to tide me over. The town my parents live in is about 9 miles outside of Liverpool city centre, by no means an uncommutable distance, but if I can find anything a little closer that will allow me to not spend two hours a day on a train that would be wonderful.

I think my dad is a little disappointed that I'm leaving university and filling out applications for coffee shops, he never went to university and comes from a generation where if you have a degree you should automatically be able to walk into at least a management position. I studied ancient history, with a focus on literature in translation, clearly not a lifestyle choice made with easy employment opportunities in mind so if I can get a job in a shop, working with nice people, I'll be happy for the time being. Something that will give me time to write, rediscover hobbies and that isn't exciting enough I'll have any hesitations about walking away from when a better offer arises.

I know I'm not the first to be in a similar situation, do any of you have any advice? 

Joy xx

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PS The title, in case you were wondering, is from this.