In three weeks today I’m going to be on a plane to Brazil. WTF.It’s been quite the emotional rollercoaster lately… One minute I’m feeling one thing, and something different the next.*
One minute I’m sipping overly strong rum and juice (made by the rum-queen and my darling housemate) going on and on about how great Brazil is going to be… Meeting new people, going out for food, experiencing a new city, going for runs in the amazing park (HAR HAR, ok, maybe not the last one). The next minute I’m sat in the back of my year nine class watching an interview candidate teach them, thinking, get away from my class, they’re MY class, I don’t want to leave! THEY’RE MY CLASS, BITCH. Ok, not really bitch. Sorry, lady, I’m sure you’re lovely really. It’s me, not you.
One minute I’m lying in bed looking at pictures of places in Brazil and South America that I should get to travel to over the next year and thinking, everyone is going to be sooooooo jealous when they look at my Instagram (priorities, obvs). The next minute I’m looking at my belly thinking, ‘Do they sell bikinis in size ‘whale’? 🐳🐳🐳 These insta pics you just thought of… You CANNOT be in them. Podgy.’
One minute I’m having a great time with the people I love and care about, laughing, drinking, dancing, chatting, drinking, eating, grazing my chin, eating, drinking, discussing the political crisis that is overwhelming our country at the moment, drunk texting, eating, etc. etc. etc…the next minute I’m home on my own thinking nooooooooo… I’m going to miss my friends and family! Too much! I have made a terrible mistake! A terrible, terrible mistake! I did a brain fart when I accepted this job. Don’t punish me for that! Someone save me! Can I back out now?! Can I?!
But… Then I realise: London isn’t going anywhere. I’m sure I can get a job here again. All you really need to do to have a bikini body is put on a bikini. And thanks to Skype and FaceTime and Whatsapp and Facebook and Instagram I can still speak to everyone I loveeeeee anyway. Plus with my social media investigative skills I can pretty much work out what (and who) they’re doing all day, every day if I so wanted to. LOL.
*One minute this, the next that is hyperbole in this case. Don’t be so picky.