Do you ever get one of those nights? A night that no matter what you do you just feel like ****! Kids finished school today and with that went my last excuse for living in my old RAF married quarter. Tomorrow we up sticks, lock stock and barrel and head for Hayle in Cornwall. So bringing an absolute end to my old service life. The weird thing is I hate London (where I am now). I love Cornwall. I'm pleased to be out of the mob after 22 years. I'm looking forward to the challenge of finding a job on Civvy street. So why am I feeling like my dog just died? (sorry syd).
I think its one of those nights mate, serious and time to wear the heart on sleeve. Fear is a terrible thing and your sort is the worst, everything in your future is great but that fear of the change, the security that forces life brings, a new start after 22 years is no small change but you will be fine.
Swap places Cyprus mate? just do the chin up bit and enjoy. You don't realise true despair until the worst happens. If you have health in the family, love and togetherness then class these black days as just one offs..
To leave any occupation after 22 years would be an emotional strain, never mind it being the RAF which is totally different to anything that is in Civvy Street. So what I think I'm trying to say is that to feel emotionally drained is totally natural mate. I really hope that the future bodes well for you and your family: all the best mate..
Fear of the unknown? Change? I'm a bit like that where big changes or decisions are concerned like, I've realised that even if the worst happens it ain't all that bad so just go along with it. Just get out and do stuff, the more time you spend around other people or in an environment you don't control it'll bring you right back up again and sort your head out. Works for me fine, I'm ****ing hopeless when I sit and dwell on **** for too long!
Good luck mate-the experience of 22 years in the mob will stand you in good stead whatever life throws at you;best wishes to all the family for the future.
Cheers TFU. Your rite, in fact your all rite. Tonight I'm dwelling, tomorrow I'll be doing and that will be fine. Only trouble is I'll be seven hours from Sunderland instead of four. Bollocks I feel **** again.
It took me 2 years to adapt to civilian life, it's not easy Cyprus, but you and your family will get there mate. Best of luck in whatever you decide to do next. How about becoming a Brylcreem salesman?
Cheers syd. I think I'll stay clear of the"Bucket of blood inn" I'm getting on after all. "Badger inn"? No. "Bird in hand"? hmmm. And it shows Footy. Sorted.
