Despite having had a really busy month, I've found myself with little to nothing to write about. So instead today I'm just going to ramble on about everything and nothing all at once, because why the hell not?
After Paddy moved out, I've been struggling terribly with trying to both sort the house out, move furniture around so that the rooms look different, and make the house feel more 'me' and less 'us'.
There's so much stuff!
It always amazes me hoe much stuff one person can accumulate over a short space of time. When I met Paddy I lived in a bedsit. It was tiny but back then it was only me and didn't have a lot in the way of 'things' so it served me fine.
Over the four years I've been with Paddy, however, I seem to have accumulated an entire house worth of stuff and then some.
I don't like it.
My friends have continued being there. In fact, tomorrow, I'm having a day where I don't go out of the house because it's all caught up with me and I feel exhausted. Everything aches and I'm pretty sure I could sleep for a week if people stopped knocking on the door and waking me up.
I've fallen in and out of the group a few times over the years and I do feel quite guilty about it if I'm honest with myself. Each time has been because of relationships and I don't like that. The group is so tight-knit that anyone else coming in can feel intimidated by it all. It always results in me trying to split my time evenly between a relationship and the group, and the group always lose out. I don't want that again.
Not that I'm looking for a relationship.
I most certainly am not.
But my friends are always there, straight away when I need them.
I'm trying to put together a load of blog posts so that there is at least something going up but it all feels a little space-filler-ey. I don't want things to feel forced.
How do you bloggers cope with this?
I think the suns gone to my head.
Expect posts about the contents of handbag, outfit posts and all that cliched crap.
But for now...
sleep.
