Some of
you may have noticed I haven’t updated my blog since January, which was an
almost inexcusably long time ago. Truth be told, since then a lot of things
have happened in my life which have kept me too busy to really sit down and
make a decent post. However, I’m currently on mid-year break from university,
and for the first time since before I left home I find myself with enough free
time on my hands to write something for my blog. Hopefully this post will
explain to you what I’ve been up to in the past six months that has been so important I’m only just now getting
around to blogging about it.
First
of all, I moved to a city approximately 300 kilometres away from home, into a
hall of residence. This meant I was suddenly living with a bunch of people I’d
never met before.
I
started university, and found that it involved a lot of studying, despite the
fact that I only had 15 hours of lectures and tutorials a week.
I quit
caffeine again, partially because I no longer wanted to be dependent on a drug
in order to function, and partially because the coffee at my hall tastes like
shit. It was a fun week which followed this general pattern:
I found
out that I have irritable bowel syndrome, or IBS. IBS is a fun little condition
that makes me feel bloated all the time and rarely very hungry, and turns life
into a bit of a daily struggle. Even better, doctors don’t know quite what
causes IBS or how to treat it, as everyone who has it shows slightly different
symptoms.
I broke
up with my boyfriend of two years.
Unfortunately,
living in a hall of residence meant that I wasn’t the only one who had to deal
with the emotional nosedive I took in the wake of the break-up.
But I
was incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by a group of wonderful, caring and
patient people who have supported me through the emotional rollercoaster that
has been the last few months of my life, including the stomach-lurching dips
where all I want to do is lie on my bed and cry directly into a box of tissues.
Or onto someone else’s t-shirt. While they’re wearing it. And I’m lying on
their shoulder. And I’ll always be grateful for that support.
But it
hasn’t been all bad news.
And
although I can’t promise when the next blog post will be, I’m going to try my
hardest to make the wait a little shorter than six months this time. Because no
matter how many times life is determined to suckerpunch me to the ground, I’m
determined to get back on my feet every time, and give it a good kick in the
ass to boot.
Alright,
life. You want me to climb shit mountain?
I’m
going to make it to the top.
