When it come to managing my finances, I still need constant reminders and helping hands. I remember it was during my last 6 months in London I have overdone the shopping as per usual. I had less than 5 GBP in my account and my travel card had already expired. It was 2 days till monthly allowance and there was no way I was going to ask mom for any moola. No way at all especially that I spent the last lot she sent me in Selfridges.I had a few coins in my purse so decided to take a bus ride home. I used up those last coins. Everything should have been fine, except that I took the wrong bus that took me all the way to South London, way below the river Thames. As soon as I realized it I got off the bus to locate where I was. I was far.
So I walked the whole way back. It took me nearly 2 hours. But I got back home, safely, with my intuition. I remember walking really fast. I remember how it started getting dark. I remember not being able to feel my legs and the only thing that kept me going is the thought of my warm flat and the home-cooked meal that I was going to prepare.
Why on earth I remembered this from my past? I know not. Or perhaps it's to remind me that I'm a survivor.
I know I need a break from those people at work. They threw the conference in my face and want me to look after it. What about my other chores? I know I will manage somehow. How much longer will I resist?
Till We meet again,
Sedeso
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