Last day

I had my last day at Uni today for the attempted BSW. I am so glad to be done. I had a cry in bed at Sophie's last night, partly because of being there and not in my safe haven of a room, partly because of Yorick. Sophie saw him for about 10 minutes on the weekend and she said he seemed to be doing well. He's still drinking like there's no tomorrow and spewing on the way to work while driving. I can't wait to see him grop up. His friends have all grown up but he hasn't. It's a shame. She said he said he was going to tell his parents on the weekend. I sent them thankyou cards [and a letter to his mum -- they are divorced] on Friday so they might have gotten to them afterwards, if he did in fact see them on the weekend, and I'm kinda glad he told them first. I told him I wanted to say something but if he did see them it's better that he told them. Sophie said that he might have held off for the 2 weeks because he didn't want it to be real. Maybe. I hope so. I hope he misses me a little bit. I missed him last night. I associate our greatness with our trips to New Zealand and Vanuatu and was thinking about that. I am always thinking about those holidays. They were the greatest. It was nice to have a cry. Not a ripping-my-heart-out kind of cry but a sad cry. I'm not explaing this too well.

On the way back from Launceston today I was thinking about how the BSW is so wrong for me and I've never been academically great. I pass and do above average but I'm not that great at it. I need a job that doesn't have too much writing in it because it's not great. I would love to work in an ancient museum maybe [would I?] or somewhere where I can go out on research trips, although that would involve writing up reports ... I can do stuff like that if I have a very clear guide to what I need to write. Maybe that could be okay. All I know is that I really want to travel and see the world. That's way more important to me than a career. I also want to have a family and 2 kids and a wonderful 4 bedroom house somewhere great. I'll get those things. I kinda don't want to raise a family here in Tassie. It's boring and not as pretty as say New Zealand. Maybe I'll stay in the UK if I find a great guy. Not too soon, I want to travel first.

I can't wait to start my business. I want to make earrings and bracelets and maybe sell other stuff if I can find something else I like.

I need a new computer. One that works well and actually connects to the internet.

Yorick and I are having dinner again tomorrow night. I want to know how he's doing and I want him to talk to me like a friend, not like he's trying to keep his distance in case I want him back. Grr. I want to know his plans and his hopes and things that make him excited or hopeful. I don't know if I'll get that though.