I know I haven’t been on in a while. I’ve been busy…very busy in fact. Busy leaving The Tank!!  Yup, I’ve left The Fish Tank. I am no longer a Fish Tanker.  I am freeeeeeeee!!!  I spent the last number of months very, very excited about this and I am super, super, super happy and proud that I’ve finally escaped...  I’ll miss some of the other tankers for sure, but I’d rather miss some of them from outside than be inside!! 

 

So! I left at end August and immediately embarked on a 9 day holiday – New York and London – solo traveller!  I had a ball, an absolute ball. I thought I’d be terrified, mmiserable, sad, lonely, but no…in the city that is full of people and mad and crazy busy, I was the most relaxed solo traveller I ever thought I’d be. I felt so at home just strolling around, taking it all in, visiting museums, SHOPPING (!), running, sitting in cafes, bars, restaurants, watching the world go by.  This could be the new me…

 

Detoured back to Dublin via London and that too was really lovely – more cafes and restaurants and bars…but I was accompanied by my sister on one night and a boy I previousl dated on the other night.  It was truly lovely and again I thought this could be the new me… running, reading, writing, thinking, talking, chatting, living…

 

And now I’m back…and I should be happy. And I am happy. But I’m also a little bit sad. No, no, not that I’ve left The Tank.  I am happy to have left The Tank, I know that was right and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I’m sad because I’m a little lost…coming back from such a lovely break, I feel lost, like I don’t belong.  I’m not sure where I do belong, but I’m starting to think I should have taken some time off to, well, sit in cafes and bars and restaurants, run, stroll, think, write, LIVE!  But alas, I have accepted a job for 6 months which I must start on Monday.  No, I say alas but I don’t really mean that.  Think big picture Nemo!! You’ve moved into a little pond for 6 months to get back into the swing of things before jumping out of that pond and perhaps into another pond, or a puddle or a bowl (OK maybe not a bowl) or a river or even the ocean…and swim along and find the next adventure…

 

I’m sorry reader(s)…next blog will be better I promise. I’ll fill you in on the last few days in The Tank, on the most wonderful trip, the evening with the ‘boy I dated’, the course I’ve just completed and the first few days in the new pond.  But for now, I’m heading to bed, doing some creative visualisation (!) and hoping to wake up and find myself…and if not I’ll run and run and run until I do (OK so I’ve a race tomorrow, but you get me…)