Yeah, this is another big secret being revealed. I'm moving to Edinburgh on Saturday. Hence leaving the job.
I was, at this point, going to do another random walk through my head. But frankly, I've not done enough here to warrant it. I've sat and written and moped and gone to work and come back... and that's it, just about. Teaching at Endeavour, the incident back in May, the scumfucker stealing my bike, these things I've already worked through. There's nowhere to go for those last hits of memories. Maybe daedalus668's old flat, where Sundays changed from nothingness to interesting conceptualising. Maybe Spiders, the one good night out in town (though for the past year even that's been pushing it). But I said my goodbyes to the people who will miss me here on Saturday or Tuesday. There's precious little left to work through.
It's moving on again. Taking the next step in life. But wandering the nearby streets... I'll miss this place. I'll miss the style of houses and the quiet suburbia of it. I'll miss the solitude and the time spent with family, even the arguments.
I dunno. Everything's all boiling up at once. I'm moving from a time that hasn't left much of a mark on me (at least, so far as I can tell) to another time, another place. My brain feels scrambled, at once embracing the change and in another minute wanting to run and hide and wake up in the morning and have it be six months ago.
Things are changing, and it's all going very quickly. Maybe too quickly. Certainly too quickly for me to be sure of much