Eyup! That's Yorkshirian. If Yorkshirian is even a word, which it probably isn't. But chuffing hekk; this is Yorkshire and if there is one thing they do well, its random words. Actually there are so many things Yorkshire does well. Here is a short and completely incomplete list; puddings, generosity, scenery, humour, realism. So why am I rambling about Yorkshire? Because I live here... Until tomorrow. You see, tomorrow is the day I leave my beloved Yorkshire cottage and I'm feeling quite chuffing sad about it. Over the past 10 months living here, I have experienced said amazing things, but also some real not fun stuff that I will not bore you or traumatise myself further with right now. Anyway, you're reading this post about here and now, so I can hear you telling (okay, shouting) at me to get to the point. Haha, jokes on you, I never have a point, or when I do, I make you chuffing work for it (lets see how many times and different contexts I can use chuff in during this post). The first why; not why I'm sad (do I need to list some more), but why I'm leaving. I quit my job and am moving back to Autstralia... soon, I think. I left work in April and since then have travelled through Italy, Switzerland and France with my brother and sister-in-law, before having a week in the Netherlands with friends. Now I'm here (I promise I will tell you where here is shortly) on the verge of tears, thinking about all that is to shortly come (I'm talking Spain, Greece and the UK with my parents before home to Aus). But why?! I don't know. I love this place. Its rough and unconventional and people always say "Why did you go to Barnsley?!" in this awful chuffing tone, but I love it! It has become home. So if this is home, what is Aus? The thing is that I don't feel complete here, but after falling in love with my Yorkshire community, how will I be whole once I return to Australia? Rolling out those rhetorical questions like no ones business. These are the things that float through my mind when I'm not reading in case you were wondering. Here is where I arrive at the point. 'Here', is the Barnsley library and 'why'? Why choose to come to a public place (on the verge of tears remember) and be mildly aware that the library staff are reading this over my shoulder (hello good sir) when I could be at home sobbing like a mad woman and hoeing into a vegan biscuit (that is a whole other blog post)? Truth be told that I've been asking myself that for the last week. When I got back from the Netherlands, all I did was yearn to write, but a day turned into a week and I just didn't. I think the biggest thing deterring me honestly, isn't something deep and subconsciously driven, but rather that my laptop is slow and my patience when it comes to technology is limited. I didn't plan to write this now. I just came to return my books and print my Tesco vouchers (see how local I am) but when I logged onto the desktop and felt my fingers floating fluently across the keyboard using touch type, I was as good as chuffed. This is what I love and what I need a freaking hell of a lot more of. I just also need a new latop... and a new website. You may have noticed that I haven't written a book review on here in yonks (not sure if that is an Aussie/English word) and that is simply because I have lost all interest really. I am still doing short ones on Goodreads, but I think my bookblogging days are behind me, for now at least anyway. But I am extremely excited and enthusiastic about blogging about my life. The LifeBlog if you will. But it needs some jazz. It needs a new name and a new space. So today isn't just about me saying goodbye to my Yorkshire, but also to this blog. It will still be alive and I might come back to visit one day, but as for living here, this is the end.
When its up and running I'll let you know. I promise. Thank you. I love you.
-Jem xo
When its up and running I'll let you know. I promise. Thank you. I love you.
-Jem xo