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Oh Glasgow... you have done it again

I spent the last two weekends in Glasgow with my friends.
Two weekends off in the lead up to Christmas I hear you say?
A store manager who is away from her store in this peak period.
Yes. I was off. I booked it at my interview and I loved every second of it.

Last weekend I went to see Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats in Barrowlands.
If you ever get the opportunity to see them play, do. They are superb.
It was such a great weekend.  I got to catch up with Craig and Mark. I got to twirl. I got to just chill out with some of my favourite people and it was amazing.

This weekend, my pal Iain and I went to Glasgow to see the Courteeners. It was such an amazing weekend. We found tayto (they were NI version but still a tasty surprise), an amazing wee restaurant in the West End that does a mean steak, we hit Brewdog and Innis and Gunn, got to play with a puppy called Molly,  saw the gig, had chicken pakora on the way home. I got to meet my Glaswegian adopted brother who gave me the loveliest gift bag of goodies and more importantly a hug. I miss his hugs terribly. They are always so warm!

As we walked through Glasgow last night, I lamented about how much I miss it. Iain's suggestion was 'well move back down south!'. In this limbo existance of post-Brexit Britain it is a tough decision to make. Should I wait and see if I can stay in the country before I move or should I just get the ball rolling and have a conversation with work about what the future looks like. I guess all I can say is watch this space...

Most of you who read this already know that November is a difficult month for me. My sister's birthday is at the start of the month and her anniversary at the end. The three weeks in between are a constant reminder that she is not here. I become rather emotional. Not in a 'I cry at the drop of a hat' way, but in a 'I feel so lonesome' way.  Definitely my move to the Siberia of Scotland has exaggerated that feeling. The last few weeks have been so draining, I have felt myself sinking into a pit of self pity which is a horrendous place to be. I am so grateful that I have the friends that I do, who have recognised that I need a bit of love right now and have gone out of their way to show it.

My 'chill out fairy' who for the purposes of this blog I shall call Claire... arrived at work during the week to leave a wee care parcel for me anonymously. Hot chocolate, face masks, a colouring book, fluffy socks and chocolate. It was such a lovely sentiment and it made me feel so loved and cared for. Yesterday, Paul gave me a similar gift yesterday and again I was so taken aback by it. Both care packages came with a very strong message and that was that I am not alone, even when I am on my own, even when I am feeling the distance between me and my friends. Not only that but that I need to care for myself better. I need to practice what I preach and stop to smell the roses.

I was talking to a fellow colleague of mine today and I was talking about how I am spending Christmas alone again this year. She went quiet for a few moments and then came back to tell me that it wasn't an invitation as much as it was a statement, but that she would be picking me up at work on Christmas eve and dropping me back to work on Boxing Day. I would be staying with her , her hubby and the in-laws for the duration of the Christmas period. I am overwhelmed to say the least by the invitation. I know it is just a day, and I know that a lot of people spend it on their own or just with their own immediate families, but that day feels a hell of a lot more significant when you are on your own, in a city miles away from your friends and family with no where else to go. This year, I am being adopted. Though Lou is just for Christmas, not actually for life.

So I guess the point of this post is thank you. Thank you to everyone who has gone out of their way to show me so much love over the past few weeks. Thank you for making me realise my own self worth and helping me rise out of the pity pit I was creating for myself. I said 2016 would be a good year in the life of Lu. It was (though it sucked in pretty much every other way!), I said that 32 would be my year and it hasn't let me down too much yet.

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