I'm sitting at home on a friday night when usually I'm out and about visiting friends if I was back in Welly. Finding it hard to adjust since I moved to a new city and its kind of funny as I keep telling everyone back home that I'm having a great time, which don't get me wrong I'm loving the weather etc just missing a few people and the fact that I cant ring someone at the drop of a hat and just visit.
I'm assuming things get easier but I'm starting to wonder....I'm not a very patient person which I suppose doesn't help much. I just feel like I should have moved when I was a few years younger as I don't think I will meet the man of my dreams but I'm not willing to move back either but thats just due to pure stubboness.
Am I over-reacting at all?
P.S. Fizzerman you tell Gum or Dad Ill make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell
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