Day One hundred and twenty - Take me somewhere nice

Before I left though, wheelds had to be set in motion for that to happen - and set in motion they were. Though I was madly in love with Sara, I knew deep down that she'd never see me that way, and though it hurt a bit, I fully understood why. Eventually, though my heart still beat for her, I came to be involved with someone else. You see, in 2004 my friend Hugo had moved to Brighton to get a Master's Degree, and during summer 2005 he came back with a bunch of his closest friends he'd made there - and among those was a girl that took a fancy to me, and well, who was I to say no? Catherine, her name was, and though we only spent a little time together - they were there for a few days only - we got along really well, and we kept in touch after they'd returned. And the more we talked, the more I realised that maybe - just maybe - there could be something there. And so, when a bit later on I had some time off, I went to Brighton to spend some time with her, but also because I managed to score an interview in Luton, though what it was for I can no longer remember. Here'd the rub - a soon to be important one : a guy who I worked with had his sister living in the U.K., and I met her once while she was on holiday here. We struck a conversation, and she said that if I ever wanted to move back to the U.K., she could do a couple of things for me : one of them would be getting an interview for me, and the other was - should I need it - letting me crash at her place until I could get a place of my own.

So now I had two reasons to want to leave : the Sara situation was becoming emotionally unbearable, because I still couldn't fully let got of what I felt for her, but also because she, even after everything I'd told her about how I felt, and how I felt whenever she demanded of me, she never really changed her behaviour. And I never thought she was a bad person, nor a sad person - I just think she was broken, but hey, I am broken too. And that, coupled with the fact that Catherine seemed to be really into me, truly set those aforementioned wheels in motion. But as always, I made mistakes. When I went to the U.K. to be with Catherine, I completely shat on that interview I had, and the reasons for that weren't that great. But suffice to say that Catherine kept me, erm, mostly locked in her room, in a drunken, sexual haze. And... to be honest... the sex we had was always kind of bad? It was far from what I'd consider decent, even. Did that put a damper on my desire to go live in the U.K. again? Did it bollocks.