MOVING ON

Yes I'm back blogging after a short break, ok just a little over a year. But whats a few months between friends, I've packed a lot into that year.  Including completing a diploma course in UCD for which I gained a Merit, bought my first home and moved in with someone.

As I sit writing this I feel like I've just attended a funeral, the reason for the sense of loss is my taking a break from a club I've been involved in for a quarter of my life. Every Tuesday and Friday for the past ten years  (with a few exceptions, especially on the Fridays) I've played badminton with Nomads in Bray. After some soul searching I decided to walk away from the familiar routine that was my life.

It's only now as I spend my first Tuesday night at home and not down at the club and then in a local pub chatting with friends afterwards, that I start to miss the banter and the club gossip. Not to mention the general raking over the news of the day.

I suppose it's similar to leaving a job you've worked in for all your life, you lose your security, familiar surroundings and faces. You're  now taking bold steps in a bright new world, where the routine you're used to has to change or at least be compromised.

Ok so I'm not moving to another country, I'll still see these friends as we all live in and around Bray, also lets not forget about facebook.  It will feel strange joining them for social occasions, I'll find it hard not to feel like an interloper.When actually, I should feel and they will undoubtedly make me feel like one of the gang, a sort of prodigal son, although I'll leave that moniker until I return to the fold, if ever.

Psychologists and the like probably have another way of saying it but in lay-mans terms a change is as good as a rest, familiarity breeds contempt. Like all relationships if you spend twenty four seven in the company of another person you will start to aggravate each other. That's one of reasons I've moved on, because certain things about my relationship with the club had begun to aggravate me.

I'm not giving up the healthy side of my existence for good, no I've joined another club in the same county. To see if as Petuala Clark once sang "the other mans grass is always greener" and if the sun really does shine brighter on the other side, of Bray Head.

Finally to my friends in Nomads who will be reading this, thanks for the memories and don't be strangers.