The hunt is on...

There is nothing entertaining about job hunting. Nothing! It is stressful and horrible and there’s no way around it. Nothing makes it less obnoxious, not being in a different country, not even the funny words that everyone else seems to understand. Words like ‘numpty’ which is similar to idiot and ‘rocket’ which is apparently arugula. Additionally there are things that I say that draw blank looks. Like my unending use of the word “dude” – which if done properly can be used for any purpose on earth. This fact was proven beyond all reasonable doubt in the movie Baseketball and I like to make sure that this is never forgotten.

There is however a great deal of amusement to be found in being surrounded by friends. Friends at barbeques and movies and simply hanging around. Weekends surrounded by people and things to do. When I hiked to the top of the Teix in Mallorca and looked at the world around me I was overwhelmed by this incredible gratitude. It was a transcendent moment. When I caught my breath I wanted to look over at someone and say ‘isn’t this amazing!’ and I couldn’t because there was no one there to share it with and in that moment I felt as lonely as I have ever felt. Here there have been no mountains or moments of blinding joy, but there has been punting with little boys who like rocking the boat, ice-cream and walks and Spiderman and parties and laughing and lots and lots of friends.