I took a bit of a nose dive yesterday when I heard what had been said to a colleague about people being let go. Then I picked myself up, shook myself down and decided that I just don’t care. I’d like to keep the job, I don’t want to have to go through the upheaval etc. and if it comes to it we’ll manage, we really will. We’ve done our sums and we’ll be okay.
One of the nice things about last weekend, with our trip to Achill and that beautiful beach Murvagh, was the conclusion we both reached while chatting about our adventure here in Sligo. Last year, when we first came down, it was almost all like a dream, like a holiday that would surely end soon. This year, going back out and exploring again now that the long evenings and good weather are back, we find it hasn’t changed, the charm hasn’t disappeared, it has probably increased if anything. We don’t want to be anywhere else. While that may change for whatever reason in years to come, right now, we’re exactly where we want to be, and we’re just one little lucky break away from being really settled in and happy. And we’re prepared to wait until that lucky break comes, to tough it out for what we know will be the life that we want.
We love our house here, rented as it is (not that we’d be buying any time soon one way or the other), we love it’s location in terms of adventuring up and down the coast, heading to Cavan/Dublin at the drop of a hat, and we’re as comfortable as can be here with the kitties, the deck, the Sky (which requires a satellite dish), the broadband (the combination of which might be very difficult to find in another rented property).
I said up there that “we’re just one little lucky break away from being really settled in and happy” - I suppose I mean, from being really settled and happy. We are actually very happy considering the wishy-washy lack of stability of my job and Benny’s still being out of work. It’s all about the perspective, and we’ve worked ours out, hard as it was at times to see the positive side, I have it in my sights now and I can’t be shaken from it.
Anyway. Them pair can’t make a f*cking decision to save their lives, I may be saved by that alone. Or maybe the three cars I sold this week and the two more I have stacked up for next week before ever I meet another customer will keep me shifting metal. Ce sera sera….
