Long-Distance Valentines

Oh what? You thought Valentines was over? Think again.

I’ve had many a Valentine’s Day alone. In fact pretty much all of them. Any potential Valentine has managed to time their interest a couple of months around it (whether that was on purpose or not, I have no idea). So major achievement this year when I managed to pin one down (which makes it sound like he was trying to get away, I promise it was by his choice). However, however, I’ve since discovered that there’s something worse/more annoying than not having a Valentines on the 14th, which is having one and not being able to see them. As the title suggests, it’s a long-distance sort of thing. We’re not just talking a few hundred miles either, more like a few thousand. In short, he’s swanned off to Africa for a few months, and that’s about 6,000 miles.

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But hey, they invented post and Facebook! It’s kind of got me a little sentimental. Not entirely sure that’s the word I’m looking for but you know, amazed that we can talk so easily despite the fact there are 8 countries between us. Pretty amazing right? They say that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, so could you imagine what our lives would look like without the conversations we take for granted? What if there were no phone calls or Facebook messages, no texts or emails, even no letters? Would you make the effort to see the people you love or just let those relationships die out?

This week, my goal is to be appreciative of the conversations I have and the ease at which I can do it. I’m going to message people I haven’t spoken to in ages, phone my relatives, write letters to foreign countries, and make the most of this modern technology.

Hannah 

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Is Life a He?

Isn’t it weird how life likes to laugh in your face? Like he’s a proper comedian. Assuming he’s a he, which I’m assuming he is, mainly because he has an inability to follow directions and take you were you want to go. He’d much prefer to wing it and take the ‘scenic route’ that happens to go the opposite direction to your preferred destination.

What a deep metaphor. Maybe I’m being a little melodramatic. It’s just someone asked me the other day ‘how are you enjoying your summer holidays?’

I’m not on summer holidays. I should be. I should be going into my last year of college with the friends I’ve spent my whole childhood with, and beginning to get really bored of the holidays. That was how I thought this was going to go.

Instead, I’m a college drop out, who has three jobs, one of which is as a pensions administrator. A pensions administrator. My dad’s worked in pensions all his life and when we were kids me and my brothers used to joke that he’d drag at least one of us into a world of RSP’s and WULS. Turns out it was me. Always sacrifice the little one.

Not that I’m going to carry on with that job. I’m getting out as soon as I can, because I’ve already found myself giving out pensions advice and that shit is scary.

I can’t complain too much though. There’s nothing more amusing than watching people’s faces when I tell them I’m 17 and work in pensions.

Also, because I’ve never liked a picture-less post, here’s one of a squirrel, because I had a dream about one the other night and apparently that symbolises pleasant meetings. More importantly, the website then says if you dream of ironing a squirrel that means family pleasures. Firstly ironing?! Secondly, family pleasures?! Even worse, I’ve just realised that this image is from a pest termination website …

Hannah