Unexpected Offer #

17 August 1998

Then suddenly, from out of nowhere… an unexpected letter. Just as I’m growing used to this lifestyle, there appears the possibility of a door leading elsewhere. So do I head towards it, tentatively? Or do I remain steadfast in the place to which I’ve become accustomed?

Surely it can’t hurt, just to wander over and have a look? It’d be foolish not to, right? I can always stay here if I don’t like what I see. But now I’m laying here in a colleagues’ room (nicking his place while he’s on holiday) and my mind is racing with the notion of what might be. I’m only twenty-two, I’ve only been graduated for thirteen months, I have colossal debts from my student days - can I afford to risk the security that I now have for something which, although more fun, may not pay for my matt black yuppie toys?

But I’m getting ahead of myself, looking too far down the line. Nothing may come of this. So I sit back and listen to my walkman, to Baby Bird singing an acoustic session in my head. Sometimes the most simplistic things are the most beautiful.