I thought I'd be coming home. Not so much to fanfare and strewn rosepetals, fanatical friends throwing themselves at my feet, but at least to a little strength of purpose and direction. The singing blood in my veins heralding a grand idea of the Future. A supreme vision projected onto the white ceiling of my life. A new look of determination in my eye - and renewed respect in the eyes of others.
Instead I seem to be floundering (goldfishing? for some reason flounder strikes me as a little too reserved, a little too respectable and established for my current state of being). So I find myself sitting here, half-heartedly poncing around with my CV, glancing at job vacancies on the internet. Studying (with more interest, actually, than jobs in my industry; jobs that could lead to the me finally having a career) the hand-written cardboard sign in the local fish'n'chip shop window, "Help Wanted".
Well. Really I'm just seeing if this weblog thing actually works. So hi mate. Welcome home. Keep up the procrastinating.