Countdown

I don’t know how to write this post. I can write it as a rant. I can write it to be hopeful, put a positive spin on it. I can write it in a way that is reflective, poignant and sad. I am upset. That much I know. I am upset that I find myself in a situation I thought I had escaped or at the very least moving away from.

Between my 9 years relationship coming to an end, resigning from a workplace that was making me miserable, the UK economy being in a dire state and the job market in the tech industry facing its biggest crisis probably since the dot com boom, I am heading towards bankruptcy.

Fuck that.

Today I basically need to give notice to my flat and with that start the clock. I have 2 months to find a job or pack my shit and fuck off of London. That means going back to Greece and live with my mom. The last time I lived with my mom was 30 years ago. What happens after that? Who fucking knows. I’ll just go for a swim.

I don’t know what needs to go into this post. I have stated how I want this website to be mostly about human stories. How life is fucking messy. I am just not in the mood to be reflective right now when I am in the middle of my life crashing down like a house of cards.

I know very well the challenges I have been facing ever since I was a child. I always did. I am aware of the risks I am taking and what makes my life hard. I am fortunate to be in good health so it’s easy to tell me I am being over-dramatic; offering unsolicited opinions and lecturing from the comfort of your perfectly knit life you have wrapped in a bow telling me I have a choice.

Fuck off.