Jetting Educated

I currently have no job but I ain't sweatin it this time. I'll tell you why. Mainly because I've been unemployed before, as surely everyone will have been at some point in their adult life. But my premier venture into the world of joblessness was far scarier than the limbo I am now in. Summer 2010, was an exciting time for me, I worked (occasionally) hard and I graduated from the University of Reading with a proud 2.1 in Biological Sciences. It was then that I decided to remain in Reading with fellow biologist Allen, well, because I could. With no job I stayed put there, as going to live at home seemed a boring prospect (4 years later, here I am at my Dad's- and it is pretty dull. DW, I am moving out tomorrow.) The problem was, like many graduates, I had no idea what I wanted to do. Apart from NOT working in the shit pit of customer brainlessness that is retail. This aggression flows from working for Argos, where there were (and are still) an arm

The smallness of the world and the way that people come back in to each others' lives in unexpected circumstances is something that has fascinated me before, and is a phenomenon that has been on my mind particularly in the last week. My interest was rekindled when I got a message from my friend Holly, whom I met last year when travelling.         She was coming from Oz to London in the brave capacity of wanting to live here despite not having a job lined up. It was a semi-coincidence, as I had been out of the country for 5 months yet she arrived in London the same week as I did.  I say its only a sort of coincidence, because, ultimately, she knew that I was from London and people who meet on travels will often call up out of the blue to see if you're at home.           Which for me, is one of the greatest things about making friends abroad. You have no hesitation about contacting them when coming to their city, and you never know when someone will surprise