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Itchy feet

Have you ever had a moment where suddenly you feel very down in the dumps?
Nothing has happened,
everything is great
but you feel down.
This evening, while watching Extreme Makeover - Home Edition
that happened. One moment I was fine and the next I had the feeling in my chest
that you get when you are really upset.
It was such a rapid and intense change in mood that even James noticed it.

I've put it down to three things:

1. Homesickness.
I can't help but think of all my little cousins as we approach Christmas, especially my godchild who I simply adore. I am so lucky that I get on so well with James' family and I am excited to see his nephews and niece over the Christmas holidays and then his nieces in England in January but at this time of the year I do miss the little ones from home. It probably doesn't help that a friend of mine is heading home to Ireland tomorrow while I look forward to a fortnight of work and my hours will make it difficult to visit James' family. I know I shouldn't complain, many people wish they had a job to go to after the expense of Christmas but I can't help wishing my Christmas was less work and more family.

2. Broodiness
This one has startled me the most. I have become horrendously broody lately. My friends and I joked about settling down this weekend and I enjoyed the banter but I have become seriously clucky. Alas, James and I shall not be entering that little world for the foreseeable future so it is one that I have to just suck up but I'm curious as to whether it is something that hits all women my age. Does that little clock suddenly start ticking a little bit louder, a little bit more regularly? And the tears. I swear I cry at the tiniest thing. TV commercials can even hit the old ducts these days. Flippin' hormones...


3. Boredom
I had hoped that I had found a job that challenged me, really got me motivated, but I was wrong. The worst thing that could happen has happened. I've started to bore of it. Those of you who know me well know that this is not a good thing. I get itchy feet. I leave the country. I do crazy things. None of these things are an option to me right now. I'm getting more and more into craft work and I'm hoping that this will quench my thirst for mental stimulation. I think I may have to start a course in the new year. Do something that lifts this little cloud over my career prospects. Yes. That sounds like a good idea.

I know it is a selfish time to complain.
It is Christmas, the time of giving and selfishness.
'Tis the season to be happy and joyful.
Does anyone else go through this little pangs?
Please tell me I'm not the only emotionally unstable 20 something out there!!!


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