The pattern continues. Yesterday, a few hours after posting my one hundredth blog post, I was invited to a job interview at the university. I could not believe it when I opened the email. I had given up hope of getting a full-time permanent job in Brighton and had started looking elsewhere.
It’s just an interview. But the romantic in me (which I’m deeply ashamed of) wants to take it as a sign that things will get better. Perhaps that Brighton really is my true Home and it’s putting pies on the windowsill to entice me back. Not that it’s certain I’ll be able to get to eat the pie, but I’m liking the scent wafting my way.