I am moving away tomorrow to the Isles of Scilly,( no I'd never heard of it either)...with mixed feelings of terror and excitement.
After graduating from University in July, I've just been tucked away in a little Teesside Bubble, living in a cosy comfortable nest of chocolate shop employment, yet this sometime became a yawn-worthy exisistence, not really being able to see the world due to lack of funds & try and scrape my way through life on painfully little money. So this opportunity for a pretty cool experience came to me to live on a beautiful island and get paid for doing a job, so I took it... and I sit here now with a massive case almost the same size as me laid out on the floor, a Nike rucksack (old school bag) and a butterfly patterened holdall all full of ...mainly art materials, which will hopefully see me through for nine months. I have my little Boofle to keep me company on the 8 hour train journey(we are riding first class la-di-da!)SO I suppose I had better get to sleep and wake up early.
