Oh simple thing where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

Okay, enough with the age references.

When I first arrived in the UK, and got my first job, I would commute to Croydon by bus. I was using Ian’s little iriver to get me through the journey and listened to Keane, ‘Hopes and Fears’ a hell of a lot.

The songs had a few really penetrating lyrics, mostly just repeated, but they all had something that struck a chord with me. And many others, obviously.

So today I heard some of their songs and was transported back to a few months ago when it was always cold, the bus window catching my breath inside and the raindrops on the outside. I remember that time was all, ‘why am I here? Oh yes, that’s why. Am I happy? Mostly… Is summer ever coming? I miss my mom. I suck at cooking.’
Everything felt fresh, and not in a good way. Fresh as in unfamiliar. Fresh and cold.

I hold you in my hands
A little animal
And only some dumb idiot would let you go

I associate my (then) new job with summer, and Trafalgar Square, and Pret sandwiches. Also with a newfound confidence in my abilities in my job, a pride in juggling so many balls. Not those balls, Acid.

Today was Ian’s last day at his old job. He starts new training on Monday. I’ll be sleeping alone on my birthday – I thought that was over when I flew over here! It’s okay though, because he so deserves to be recognised as a hard worker, a trustworthy man. And I can hog the duvet.

Thank God it’s Friday. Elmo needs sleep.