There then followed an intense period of angst, depression, silver service, self doubt and house hunting. Many heart torn emails were sent homeward (I still can't read them), many hours were spent in tears on the pay phone in the stairwell of the hostel.
I worried about finding a job, a place to live and other things embarrassing to mention (okay, I'll mention - I became anxiously fixated on the idea that the Y2K was going to happen and it was too far to get home to mum). On the day I bought a ticket I got employment and I was offered a room to rent, and we all know that 1999 bowed out not with a bang, but a whimper...
I am a twit.
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