Solution: Volunteer at the gym's child minding centre two days a week for a free membership.
For three hours a day, twice a week, I play with babies. I hold them if they are crying. I make them laugh if they look like they might cry. I give them various toys to distract them from other babies that are crying... basically, I get to hug and play with adorable babies in exchange for a free gym membership. So, the parents are grateful for the help and I get to push myself back into shape - everybody wins.
What I've realised after my first day with the babies is that although I am capable of caring for one right now, I do NOT want one right now. I've just gotten used to putting myself first and having a baby would certainly take that away.
Besides, and here it comes, I want to move back to England - yes, it's true - and I want to start the next chapter of my life there so that I'm not forcing anyone else to relocate with me. So there you have it. The truth comes out.
My friends asked me the other night, "What is your goal for the next 365 days?"
My gut response: "To move back to England."
I'm not sure they were too impressed with that answer but that's how it goes. If my dream job sends me elsewhere that's another story, but for now my sights are set.
In the meantime I am looking for some work here, as I am slowly going broke and really don't know what I'll do if I hit zero dollars. I suppose I'll spend all of my free time at the gym since it's free and gives me something to do other than sit at home on my butt. Could be a very good thing for me come to think of it.
This is an older photo of the West Pier in Brighton - I took it in December 2004 and since I'm feeling a bit nostalgic (again) today though I'd share it with y'all.
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