It’s 6 months to the day since I moved to Bristol (Or “Brizzle” as the locals know it). All 6 dedicated readers I have will remember my resolutions post just before I moved:
Have I blogged more? No.
Have I joined a sports team? No, and to be honest I’m probably not going to have the capacity to. But I bought a new hybrid bike and I cycle to work and often go on rides around the city and beyond. That counts, right?
Have I read more books? No.
So that’s gone well. Quite what I wanted to achieve by those, I don’t really know. Nevertheless, things are good, mind. Goes to show that resolutions don’t really have any bearing on happiness doesn’t it? (Rhetorical question number 5, noted. No, I’m not going to stop)
Safe to say God’s faithfulness has shone through this whole time though.
- Before I even moved I spent hours each day for months looking for somewhere to live, with no success. With just weeks to go before I wanted to move, I did a 360 mile round trip on public transport for one flat viewing – which is now where I live. And I’ve just signed to stay here for another year.
- My first graduate job was always going to be challenging at times, and it is. But I’m grateful to work within an excellent team which has a really nice working culture. Over the course of a few months about 15 others also started fresh out of university like myself, so I was really pleased not to be the only one. Us newbies are a good bunch.
- I had to join a new church also. My irregular work schedule has made it slightly more tricky to settle in, but I feel I’m there now. I’ve acquainted myself into a small group I really like and started helping with the 3-5 year olds on a Sunday morning. It’s an amazing opportunity to unconditionally love them and teach them basic Bible truths.
So Bristol is pretty gert lush so far.