It was sitting up in my bed on that Sunday afternoon that I smiled and thought to myself that I was back where I belong. I had been here two weeks by then, a crazy two weeks in which I arrived in Manchester with no where to live and no real plan to set in place in case I didn't find anywhere. Numerous friends couches looked to be on the cards. But within 24 hours, I had found a place, paid the rent and deposit and moved in. A personal best and I was worried it might take a couple of weeks or even longer. The apartment I share with two other dudes, one an older gay gentleman and the other a hot young but straight guy, with incredible fashion sense.
Despite being away for a month shy of one year, I slotted right back into the group of friends I was so sad to leave behind. Especially Paul, who had let me stay at his mother's house, who helped me move, called to check on me and generally just being there. Although I settled in where I lived, I hadn't yet found work so I would go visit Ali everyday and we would bitch and gossip and in our first weekend out, he stayed over and it felt very much like old times. I was worried about seeing HIM but those feelings haven't resurfaced and to be honest I am surprised at that, I am starting to think if it was a case of 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. I guess we will see, but we are just friends now and I like it like that.
It didn't take me long to find work, in fact it took me just 8 days, to find a job which paid weekly and would boost my already depleted cash stores. All the crazy nights out, dinners out, afternoon drinks had made a real dent in my finances. Not that I am worried about running out just yet, it will be good to have a wage coming in to boost it up. I started the job this week, working on the credit control/fraud side of a large high end department store.
I resigned myself early on that the first couple of weeks would be very social heavy and I wasn't wrong. I was out for both weekends, with 3 nights out clocked up for this weekend just gone and we have a couple of big nights coming up, Halloween, Pauls birthday weekend, my birthday weekend. I am just glad I am back and here to take part in it all.
Despite all the drinking, social events and other routines where I would normally smoke, I have not had the joys of a cigarette since the 30th of September and I am pleased to say, that I am past the point of cravings, I don't even think about it, even on my lunch breaks or with alcohol. I am confident I have kicked the habit for good.
The only downside is that I have despite not living with my Mother anymore, have only managed to have sex once, in the entire two weeks and I had every intention of really putting myself out there, I have just been either to preoccupied or to tired.
I am sorry it has taken so long to post anything but as I said, the past two weeks have been super hectic.
I look forward to updating you with everything the rest of 2013 has too offer.