How time flies...

It's two months since my last post on here, and over four since my last post with more than 20 or so words in it. Ironic too that the last proper post was written whilst at home, taking a break, much like this one is.

So what have I been up to in the past 4 months that's kept me away from the blogging (on here at least)?

Well, to summarise... I had a boyfriend for a little while (which didn't last too long unfortunately, as I'll come onto later); I went to the spring beer festival and came out to most of my friends from the local pub; I went on holiday with friends from home and came back in pain after a drunken night in Magaluf in which I slipped on the steps of BCM; I had a little op (unrelated to the fall) in which the anaesthetic really wasn't helping towards the end and I could have sworn I was going to faint; I had some time off work and was cared for by my boyfriend at the time; I finished the treatment I was having (unrelated to the op); I got a little addicted to Facebook; I came out to senior colleagues whilst drunk and told one of them I was wanting to move back to London (oops); I've been blogging about maps and stuff elsewhere; I travelled to the US and visited their capital and a couple of my friends there; I visited Manchester on the way back to catch up with a few friends; I talked to my supervisors about the possibility of moving back to London (I had the same pre-emptive stress as when I came out to my parents!); I tried out a German sauna for the first time since being there (I managed to get over my prudishness when convinced by a new swimming buddy); I told my co-workers about my plans to move back; ...and then travelled home for my birthday the next day. I think that's about it.

Ever since moving to Germany I've had a sort of desire to move back to London, but as I'm nearing two years over in the land of sausages, that feeling is growing ever stronger. Knowing that I wanted to move back so badly really wasn't helping me commit when I actually met a guy I liked, and was the main reason for me breaking it off (compounded by some other issues like my op and different - although admittedly more sensible - ideas about drinking).

That horrible feeling of breaking up with someone because I didn't know what was going to happen in the near future then gave me the kick in the ass I needed to put a little more effort into actually organising a move back, and sorting out the work side of things. Luckily the work side of things sound like they should work quite well, with me effectively becoming a freelancing remote worker doing effectively the same thing... but from London.

So, London Dan is moving back to London later in the year.