Hello everyone
I've always been fairly optimistic, you know, things can't get any worse, the glass is always half full. Well they can get worse and my glass, along with my spirit is broken. I appear as a swan, or so I'm told, calm and serene on the surface, but paddling away furiously beneath just to stay afloat.
Last time I told you I was given six months to vacate my flat, well, if only that were still true. Along with my redundancy letter, I was given a new short term lease for the flat. Scanning the page quickly (I was at work) my eyes fell on the third paragraph, written in bold letters was the date 30th April. My stomach fell to my boots, my heart leapt into my mouth and I felt sick. I read the line again. Termination of short term tenancy 30th April.
I couldn't believe what I was reading, surely this couldn't be true; if it was, I had seven weeks left. I spoke to the owner who informed me this was indeed the case, (sorry but I want you out, NOW)
With my head reeling and my coffee threatening to leave my stomach at any second, I carried on with my duties in a daze, drove home at the end of the shift (I'm sure my car has autopilot) as I don't even remember the journey, sat down, cried and then put pen to paper . . . and wrote (I think) the most amazing, emotionally soaked piece of writing I've ever done.
Although it didn't solve my problems, it did make me feel better, (there had to be an outlet for those all those feeling) and I had something at the end of it. So however hopeless a situation seems, try writing it all down in story form, it's amazing how those feelings flood the page, emotions you can't get to unless you are actually experiencing them.
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