The Ebb and Flow

I would have started this post with a photo of a “Welcome to Lancing” sign but alas, I couldn’t find one on my way from Shoreham to Lancing and at any rate, I haven’t got a decent digital camera at the moment so it wouldn’t have mattered.

But welcome to Lancing, West Sussex at any rate. Quite the change from bo-ho Brighton. Despite some reservations though, I’m already feeling positive effects from the move.

For a start I really feel like I can focus properly. Brighton’s so full of distractions and suchlike whereas here, there’s a main road, a beach, a lagoon, my Mother’s cramped home, and no where good to go or anyone to hang out with for about 7 miles in either direction unless you fancy getting glassed in one of the locals.

I plan to use this voluntary exile to put myself to task about matters of finance, fitness, creativeness and education.

I’m already reading far more than I used to thanks to the 40 minute bus ride to and from Brighton.

The circuit of Widewater Lagoon consisted of Brighton Road, Shoreham beach and Lancing Green is a perfect jog, especially when shrouded in fog – the beach path takes on a certain void-like quality with sodium orange Will ‘o’ the Wisps peering through the gloom from the other side of the Lagoon. 5.4km in 31 minutes felt good and can be improved on.

The process of moving out has enabled me to shed a vast amount of crap that I acquired over the years. Stripped my belongings down to not much and there’s still stuff to shift.

The journey into work each morning has me realising that I have never had a proper morning routine and the lack of one living here and not being able to Drive is the difference of getting into work for 9am or getting to work for 10am.

I have a particularly positive outlook at the moment. It’s been tempered by moments of doubt and frustration but I feel like I’m kicking in all the thinking that I did last year and setting about putting ideas into action.

The limited space issue extends to the kitchen so no eating crap for me as it won’t fit in the fridge, freezer or cupboard (and also, no fucking about foodwis as nearest decent supermarket is a 30 minute walk away).

I am shackling myself. And it feels good.