Well! I am moving to beeping Whitstable! (A moderately small town, five miles north of Canterbury, and an easy hour-and-twenty-minutes from London.) On the 17th January! To live with Sleeve and UKC Alex, both of whom are wonderful! For the next eight months! Parents are agreeable to this. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Essential reason for leaving: I am not happy here. I haven't been happy living here for the last four years in which I've done so. There is no way to ameliorate my situation here, so I've spent all this time simply waiting to leave. And this is no way to live.

I wouldn't have come back at all, if it hadn't been my only sensible choice. And the only thing that's kept me here as long as it has is the money and guilt, which is no longer enough. It's not work that's the problem: I haven't been there for four days and I've felt three times worse.

I don't want to go into any more detail than that. Suffice to say: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Later

On discovering I was still depressed out of my wits at the thought of even having to spend another nineteen consecutive days here, I bought a ticket to go to Slimelight on New Year's Eve and the day afterwards. I dislike crowds, but nowhere near as much as I dislike the thought of remaining in Cumbria until well into the New Year. Happier now.

Later: actually, I'm really excited. I think this is sufficient cause to go in "drag" in fact (my PVC dress - I've increasingly been wearing trousers lately) and dye my hair for the first time since last October.