any farmers want a wife?

Lately I'm starting to think that I might have been the victim of some kind of reality TV stunt. It's sort of a cross between Farmer Wants a Wife and Wife Swap except it's void of any romance or children (thank god)... We should also throw a little bit of Jersey Shore into the mix just for some debauchery.

I had everything... and by everything I don't mean a good job, a good car and a good relationship, because I had none of those things, but sometimes, actually, I'm going to bet that most of the time, those first three things have nothing to do with being happy.

I had my perfect life, I had a beautiful room in a beautiful house where me and my dog could run free, I had a job that had the most amazing waterside walk en-route, I had the most incredible friends who loved going on big adventures, and I was happy...

And then it happened, the phone call, the dream job offer, the beginning of what I thought would mean me finally growing up, except that it meant moving back in with my mother.

So now I get up for work in the morning, roll off my sofa bed, stumble dazedly past my mother doing her 6am stretches and into the shower where I contemplate the mundanity that will be my day. It's cold in the country and despite having grown up in this town I feel like an alien, and as I sit here sipping my skinny-mug-o-chino I can't help but think that this was a trick. That I packed up my life and moved home for something that never really existed in the first place... but I keep getting told I have a job for life.

And it sounds like a court ruling.


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