This week I took a bit of a leap, I was offered a job on Thursday in Manchester, quit my old job on Friday morning, went back and cleared out all my stuff on Saturday and moved to Manchester on Saturday night. I have been utterly broke, sold all my dvds and a necklace for a train ticket and walked around with my life in a suitcase trying to find a room. I discovered that I'm driven by my instincts and ridiculously idealistic. But that works for me. Its been amazing, bit of a rollercoaster, a bit scary but mostly exciting. I have been running around without a clue of where I would sleep the next day and down to my last tenner. But I wouldn't have changed it for anything, its been impulsive and at times there was stress worthy of a few cigarettes. But thats me at my best and the whole time I didn't doubt for a second that it was the right thing to do. Sometimes these things come along and you have to take a jump and believe it will work, otherwise what are you gonna do? Probably regret it. Ive been told I'm crazy, but the important people should know by now not to be too surprised. If you have a roof over your head and food in your tummy, even if it is Cocopops for tea, your doing alright, your doing better than most. Don't think im naive, I know that money helps, its not just important, its essential, but its not everything. This doesn't happen every day, I wouldn't want it to. But I will always remember the week I turned 23, to anyone else its just a little story, it doesnt sound like a big deal, people do it all the time. That suits me, its just my little story and to me it has meant everything. Knowing that you are being true to yourself and actually following your ideas through is good for you. Following a hunch is a really great feeling.
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