A post that isn't even about me

Dear blog,

Believe it or not I've had so many ideas of what to write lately. At least one idea a day. And not even just ranty horrible blogs - some genuinely interesting, fun to read sorts. I don't know how I've not got round to it.
Tonight I'm not really writing about my life, but the lives of everyone else who's in my life.

This month, or even more specifically, this week, a lot of big things are happening to the important people in my life.

One of my best friends has been head-hunted by the NHS to be working in London, alongside doing her degree at Oxford University. She starts her new job tomorrow and will spend a few days in training up north. Words cannot describe how ridiculously proud I am of her, yet moreover I am in complete awe of how she plans to manage her time. I find time management impossible lately, today, for example, has slipped through my fingers completely and been a non-day.

Another friend had a big promotion.

On Saturday my brother is having a leaving party before he moves to Italy to continue a path that seems like it was made for him. It won't be too weird living in different countries - both my brother and sister did foreign language degrees and spent a year each abroad - but I'll miss having him around the corner in London... even if I haven't told him that directly.

Someone who is really special to me is moving at the weekend too, but fortunately less far afield.

Basically, everyone in my life is doing ridiculously impressive stuff this week.

What am I doing this week?
Tomorrow morning I'm collecting the bag I drunkenly left on the Oxford Tube on Saturday morning. On Tuesday I'm developing a black and white film. At some point I will find out how my first University interview went, but it went pretty badly and my hopes are low.

I find it so ridiculously depressing that it's almost more appropriate to laugh than cry.

Jealous and proud, in equal measures, of everybody right now. The people I love are embarking on really exciting adventures, so of course I'm happy for them. But I can't help feeling really unimpressive in comparison.

But come on, it's not all bad - I've had this idea for a weekly blog entry evaluating full English breakfasts. What could be more awe-inspiring?

(Please kill me.)