THE TALES OF LIVING

Let's be honest, I do not live the healthiest of lifestyles. I'd like to believe that I have a better lifestyle now that what I had a couple of years ago. However, my lifestyle is not that healthy at the moment, let's just say that there could definitely be improvements.
Since The Big Move is coming up I am keen to steer into a new direction.

I would say that I need to impact less is more onto my life, regarding my eating habits as well as my alcohol habits.
In both cases I would not say that I eat or drink to an abnormal excess. Even though I don't, I still feel like I can improve. When it's about food I need to be more aware and not fall for the cravings of junk food.

Alcohol is a whole different matter, if you didn't know by now I used to be a Club Kid and the worst kind. I'd go out three or four times a week. So by now I know, I'm a bit of an either/or-person. I can go out and be sober and have fun, but sometimes I just lose my common sense. Like a bull that suddenly sees red, my mind sometimes snap and I just feel like I want to get incredibly intoxicated. Alcohol is a nice thing in social situations but it is also somewhat of a tool that one uses to forget the present.

I just reckon I should have a better approach to food and alcohol that what I have at the moment. This is because not only will it improve my health but if I drink less, eat smaller portions of healthy food I suspect that it will keep my food budget down. Something I will need to do after The Big Move. London is kind of an expensive city to live in, so I think I need to do what ever I can to keep myself from drifting.
If I only have so little to survive on every month it would be rather nice not to have to waste it all on food, leaving me flabby and poor.

Yet one week is almost finished, they just seem to pass by without effort and without difficulty. The number of days until I get on a plane is schrinking down slowly. But this time, this flight, will be different or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I've got a couple of weeks of work before going to this lovely music festival and once again I can act like a foolish youth for a couple of days. However, youth is wasted on the young. I reckon I grew up too quickly. It almost feels like it happened over night, like the progress of growing up just rushed by and I can't quite put my finger on when or what it was. It has its flaws but I seem to like it this way. Maybe because it is the only way that I know how to act.

The Big Move is getting closer (the move to London in autumn if someone has missed that) and it leaves me with mixed emotions. Every fiber of my being misses London, until it feels like my heart is about to break. But at the same time my hometown, Gothenburg has always been my first love. I feel like I want to make the most of my time left and spend the majority of it with my friends. However, it seems like I spend every moment that I'm awake at work (the more money I save up, the easier it will be after The Big Move).

What confuses me is the divide amongst my friends. Some are making the most of my time left in Gothenburg and are already planning their trips to London, to come and visit me. However, others seem to want to give up and cut me off just because I will be moving soon.
I find the latter behaviour rather sad, it makes me think "Fine! Be that way"
One of the reasons why I like the thought of The Big Move is that I know that my true friends are going to stick by me and the ones that don't - they don't matter to me anymore.

Knowing that I will lose some of my friends is a rather sad fact to be aware of. But I guess that is just the way it is...
Until that defining moment occurs, all I can do is to go out and enjoy myself (like I will tonight, party!) and listen to some good tunes, like this one.

First of, listen to Duran Duran - Notorious

The notorious Friday night is coming up, yet again, as it seems to do once every week. Once again I'm facing a decision - should I go out for a spin around town or should I spend the evening more low-key?
What to do?

I just feel like someone needs to take me out tonight, if that is not going to happen. It's going to be me and the pillows on my couch spending a quite night in front of the telly.

Update 1: It doesn't seem like anyone is going to take my out tonight. Couch it is.