The month of September is one which i think i will always find special. It marks the beginning of the academic year- and with it the start of a brand new chapter for so many; from the pupils right down to the dinner ladies. New friends, fresh interests and unfamiliar surroundings are just some of the things thousands will embrace each September.
For many it is something to yearn for, an excitement like no other; for others it is the source of weeks of nervous and uneasy feelings. For me it is a contorted mixture of the two. Anxiousness mixed with a raw sense of expectation and hope. And it is hope that i am filled with on this 3rd week of September after such an uninviting beginning to this leaf soaked month suddenly lurched up. In my debt ridden, bloated life there is suddenly a field of daffodils filled with noise and cheers and smiles and sunshine and the saturdays and natasha. Whilst those things may be fantasy; the promise of change is real.
This afternoon i recieved a text from Macdonalds and a phone call from a recruitment agency. Both inviting me for interviews. At half past 8 tomorrow i will step onto the TransPenineExpress service to Manchester Airport and touch down in Sheffield in my primark suit with a new chance to start again. A job in a call centre is not exactly where i hoped id be in September 2009, but at £6.50 an hour it represents a good chance for me to clear my debts, clear my name and start again.
Maybe September 2010 will be the greatest yet.
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