This month, and forgive me for sounding so cliche (especially in my first blog of my new blog), has been a roller coaster of a ride. But the point of starting a new blog, is most certainly not to rehash what has been the most bipolar of months.

But it would be unfair not to bring you up to speed (you may have to read between the lines)

1. I live with "Boy" on the edge of town
2. ... In our somewhat dysfunctional apartment and as of late, our somewhat dysfunctional relationship.
   
3. I am currently hungry
4. ... and working 3 jobs along side my full time degree
5. All of which are with children, so high levels of responsibility and an unmeasurable amount of patience leaves me exhausted
6. ... however work is sparse as of recent, due to my battle with finding balance between work, degree and life
   
7. My dysfunctional relationship is comprised of little communication, mainly due to Boys nocturnal behaviour. Rarely is he conscious prior to tea time, keeping most of his waking hours post 6PM
8. ... and he is currently jobless
9. Leaving me tearing down the walls
10. ... and our relationship it would seem
11. But we are trying
12. And i am waiting for a sign... a message from god, which is awfully big of me because i am, in no sense of the word, religious

So with all that in mind, constantly in mind. I am heading to pick up my holiday tickets today. The holiday that is little under a week away. The holiday i am embarking on all by myself. Brave? Stupid? A week on the beach with (endless) revision, just me myself and I. It could be an enlightening experience. It could be an absolute f*cking disaster.

Watch this space.