Empfire

New York was a blast! I expected nothing less. I just fell in love with the city all over again.

I’m working on a new Travel Diary series as we speak. I’m hoping to get the first post up next week. Or more likely the following week.

We landed back in a rainy Manchester at about 7:30am on Tuesday morning, and once we arrived home it was straight to bed for a few hours.

A few months ago, I broke down in tears because I felt lonely. I felt like I was a horrible person who drove people away from me. I felt like people didn’t want to spend time with me because I’m constantly miserable or depressed. I felt like I’d isolated myself.

Just before we moved house I had a panic attack one night over the fact the house we’d bought was further away from Liverpool and not as close to a train station as the one we had been renting was, and this made me feel even more isolated than before.

But the last few weeks have reminded that I’m definitely not alone. Far from it.

We’re officially in the new house!

The last few weeks have been completely crazy. The day after we picked up the keys (i.e. the day after I shared my last blog post) we started decorating the new house, and we spent the next two weeks working our arses off.

I’ve never been so tired in my life. I was working 7 and a half hours a day at my job, and then going home just to work even harder, painting the new house and packing up the old one. My entire body ached, and as I didn’t have time to work out, my hip pain became unbearable. This resulted in a trip to the doctors to get some stronger painkillers.