On Thursday, instead of going home and going for a run, I let my boss and my colleagues drag me out for drinks, where I learnt all sorts of things, got to know my colleagues a little better, drank a little more than I should have, and managed not to make a fool of myself. I'm pretty pleased about that last bit in particular.
It was a really good idea. I learnt a bit more about why they hired me, I was thoroughly flattered by some things that were said, and I feel like I have the potential to be really good at what I'm doing, if I have the confidence to do it- which I know I will. I know I've already impressed people, by pure virtue of the fact that I moved on Sunday night and started work on Monday morning.
I am so happy that I'm a little scared.
I feel like I should be unhappy. I should be regretting my break up, regretting my move, scared of it all. But I'm NOT. Even in the slightest. I'm really pleased about the way my life is at this very moment in time. I feel so happy I could sing from the rooftops, and like every big decision I've made in the past two months was a really, really good idea. I like my job. I like my flat. I like everything about the tiny corner of a life I've built myself in the last five days- because that's all I've been here for, though it does feel like a lot longer.
I know that things won't always be as peachy as this week has been. I know sometimes I'll be scared, I'll be exhausted, I'll be bored, I'll be unhappy. But right now? I'm so happy.
And isn't that marvellous?!