Part of a machine

Since leaving university in May this year, I've done extremely little with my life. I work at Asda doing night shifts, and life is pretty boring. I rarely get to see people as I'm asleep during the day; when everyone else is meeting up for fun activities, I'm stacking juice. I pretty much live for the short breaks from work, when I get to leave the small bubble I live in and visit Cassie. Without the prospect of those breaks I don't know how I'd have coped this summer.

My life is a short cycle set on repeat, I wake up, go to the gym some days, eat food, read books then go to work. Repeat. I'm not even managing to save a lot at the moment, which is odd considering how little I really do. Worst of all, it would seem I'm stuck in this perpetual loop until at least Christmas.

The more I think about it, the less I know what I want to do with my life. I keep telling myself to put off looking for a career as I don't know what to do, but that's not a particularly great plan all told. I think I'm just apprehensive about starting something, about entering the real adult world. The thought of moving away from home permanently and getting a job and a house, starting a new life in many ways, is daunting.

I think I'll move my blog to wordpress soon, blogger seems too childish and reminds me too much of my naive younger self. I want to learn to code and to write my own website, but until then I shall have to make do with a different blog hoster.

Updates to follow.