There’s been a bit of tiding going on in the background here, as I’m going to start blogging again… waits expectantly for cheers of joy.
What – I can hear you ask – has brought this on? Well if you’re sitting comfortably, I’ll begin…

Over the last few weeks, or even months I’ve had a bit of a restless feeling. Itchy feet perhaps? I don’t know.
For about four and a half years before that I moved to Guildford I’d been at university. I was changing houses every year, living in Cambridge over the summers, at my parents for other holidays, moving myself and my stuff at least three or four times a year. I was yearning for stability, a period of stillness, just to get myself feeling centred again.
Now I’ve been in the same house for about four years, and the same job for going on three years. It’s been pretty damn stable I can tell you that! Trouble is it’s starting to get a bit boring. Also I’m getting to an age where living in a rented house with students doesn’t quite feel right.
So what should I do with myself? My first thought was to look around for a new job, but with no location restrains. My thoughts evolved from that idea a bit like this:
I’m bored of Guildford I should go somewhere else…
I could get a job anywhere in the UK…
Actually I could get a job anywhere…
Well hold on why don’t I go travelling for a bit, and then get a job somewhere

And low, a plan was born.

I have decided to take a ‘career break’ and go travelling!