In my last post I said I might not be able to post for a week.
That was, what, two months ago?
Quite a long week, right? Sorry about that. Things have been crazy busy.
We moved into our own flat back in the beginning of September. My idea of getting completely settled in within a week was, well, a tad optimistic, to say the least. You can tell I’ve never really properly moved before, right? We’ve now got most things sorted, but I think every room has at least one box in it waiting to be emptied.
I also started studying nursing. That was a big move for me. I hadn’t been in formal education for a couple of years. If I’m honest, I hadn’t really had much human interaction for a couple of years, not counting S and his family. Since I’d moved to Finland I think I’d pretty much isolated myself… Starting studying was definitely quite a change, but so far I am loving it. I’m the only native English speaker on the course, which certainly has it’s perks. And unlike other times I’ve studied, there isn’t a single unpleasant person on the course. It defies odds, but the whole group are just so incredibly nice.
The course has certainly been keeping me busy though. I seem to constantly be making more work for myself. It’s fun though. But it has meant I haven’t had much time for cooking. Any spare time I do have seems to be taken up by housework! And even when I do remember to cook I forget to take photographs… Which is why there is no recipe with today’s post.
I guess you may be wondering why I’m posting. It’s not a Monday, it’s later in the day than I would normally post, and I don’t have a recipe. Yeah you’re right. But I have been meaning to get back to blogging. I don’t want this thing to fall into disrepair! What really poked me into starting again was a WordPress news email yesterday that mentioned this month is NaBloPoMo.
NaBloPoMo, I thought to myself. What is that?
Actually I had a vague idea. You see, I’ve heard of NaNoWriMo. In fact I took part in it last year. And despite deciding a few weeks ago that I didn’t have time, I am also taking part in it this year.
But we weren’t talking about NaNoWriMo, we were talking about NaBloPoMo. With NaNoWriMo as my clue, and my skills of deduction, I figured that it was National Blog Posting Month. The deduction was probably aided by the fact that the email told me that…
That’s besides the point.
The point is… I ramble.
No, that’s not the point. The point is, it is NaBloPoMo. Which I am taking as an excuse to get blogging again. And I am going to take advantage of a very hand tool… DailyPost. It will be my inspiration for writing for the next few months.
And yes, I know, I am starting a day late. I’ll do an extra day at the end or something. Stop judging me.
The prompt for today is:
PostADay Prompt November 2nd – Write a letter to your 14-year-old self.
Okay, this could be interesting… Here goes!
Dear Younger Me,
You seem a million miles away right now. The more I think about it the more I realise how much has changed since I was you.
How are you doing? I know you’re ill a lot this year. Unlike most people, I understand how difficult it is to have everyone – teachers, friends, family – telling you that you’re making up your illness. You just have to remember, they can’t feel what you feel. People find it hard to take “invisible” illnesses seriously; they want concrete evidence. But don’t worry, it’ll get easier.
The next few years are going to be a roller coaster for you. Or us. I don’t know how to address you…
I could be really cliché here and tell you to concentrate on your studies or you’ll regret it. But, y’know… you did okay for yourself.
Lets start with school. Yeah, it sucks. And we both know it’s not for the normal reasons. I tell you, teenage girls are horrible. Those lies will stay with you until you leave that school. Yes, five years is a long time to have people treating you like a leper for something that isn’t even true… Actually, it isn’t so bad the whole time. It’s just difficult when they keep resurfacing. Especially as everyone believes it in the end. But those friends that stick by you will really be a big help. Whilst they stick by, at least.
Family next. Well that’s a whole ‘nother kettle of fish. The future contains a difficult and protracted break-up, the consequences of which are ongoing even now. I think I can safely say that I know everyone involved would love to go back and change things a little. Not exactly to undo it, but just to make the transition smoother. But I can tell you, even when things seem their darkest they will get better. Trust me, I’m a doctor.
We’re not a doctor… I literally just meant that in the figure of speech manner.
We did go to study creative writing, like you are hoping. We didn’t stick with it. You should still go though. You make an amazing friend. And I think had you not gone, the life I have now would be completely different.
You’re probably wondering why we decided to leave the writing course. You might want to sit down for this one…
We moved to Finland.
I know. Kinda surprised me too. It just kind of happened. We met a guy (yes, a guy).
Whilst I remember, and please excuse the tangent, that last year at MGGS will be difficult. But that’s no reason to give up. Just… don’t trust your feelings. At that point, anyway.
Yes I know, you don’t care, you want to know more about this mystery man. I would try to persuade you to take more notice of what I just told you but it wouldn’t be much use… Anyway, I won’t tell you much about him. I don’t want to spoil the surprise. But you were willing to move hundreds of miles to live with him, so you better believe me when I say he’s something special.
In fact, we’re going to be getting married.
Still there? Not died of shock yet? Good.
Like I said, I don’t want to spoil the surprise, so lets see what else I can tell you… I’m studying nursing here in Finland now. It’s not at all what we imagined, I know, but it’s very fun! You’ll enjoy it, believe me.
This letter is getting pretty long, so I should probably wind it up.
I’ll let myself lapse into cliché a bit here and tell you that things will get easier. I mean, heck, you’re a teenage girl. Your life is meant to suck. If it didn’t you wouldn’t have anything to angst over.
But anyway, what I wanted to say was… In 8 years time your life will be awesome. Sure, there are problems. When are there not? But the dark is there to make the light seem brighter by comparison.
Never give up.