One thing to learn about moving away from everyone and everything you know is that, outside of catching up on a few years worth of neglected video gaming, it can get pretty fucking lonely; and even a small time spent on your own (when you've exhausted the need to be productive) can start turning you into a crazy cat-lady.
But this is not necessarily a bad thing.
Providing you aren't actually mental, it does provide you with a healthy enough energy and disposition to start talking to strangers. Case and point is when you see someone wearing a Game of Thrones t-shirt in a coffee shop, and that mere iota of similarity compels you to immediately become their best friend. It works wonders. Especially when it turns out they're also obsessed with Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, comic book shops, and basically everything that you're generally too ashamed to admit to liking to anyone else...
Living away from your hometown and home people also gives you a fresh perspective on your past life. For example when David and Alex came to visit recently and we spent the entirety of 48 hours getting fucked up and thrown out of bars, which I haven't done since leaving Reading... I got to thinking that perhaps mother and father were right all those years, and there is something slightly deplorable about the company I keep...
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