A stint in soapland

I’m not quite sure how it happened, but somehow three weeks of my life have flown past without me noticing. Actually it’s more like three months, but that’s another story. Technically my internship came to an end last week- yes that is a sob, so yes, sympathy please. But someone somewhere is finally listening to my cries of ‘But I don’t want it to be over!’ and I get to stay at the wonderful world of Inside Soap… well for two extra days. Maybe I should have cried a little louder, but I mustn’t complain.

I have absolutely loved Inside Soap. I have started referring to soapstars by their real names and not by character; I have started dreaming (OK dreaming more often perhaps) about Matty and Ric from Home and Away (we were great friends in the land of nod) and I am constantly a week ahead of storylines and therefore very confused when I flick onto Eastenders and Jase is still alive and kicking. These aren’t even the good points! I can now appreciate the true value of the dreaded phrase, ‘work experience’. Don’t get me wrong, students, I still hate the phrase because it conjures up other related and hated words such as ‘unpaid’. But just four weeks on a magazine which is based on a topic I already love (I am a soap junkie these days) has proved to me that actually yes, I would like to be a writer and yes, I can do it. More importantly, yes I will enjoy it.

Apparently some idiot once said all good things must come to an end and since then everyone has jumped on the bandwagon. So like a lot of things recently, my turn at the work experience desk must finish, but hopefully not before leaving a good Judy-shaped impression.

As another little era of my life closes its curtains, another will open. Surrounded by flat-pack furniture and more clothes than I was aware I owned (still in bags as the flat pack wardrobe is still in pieces) the new flat is going well. Apart from the fact that we still have no internet access and I have discovered that sadly, a lot of my life appears to be run online. Going slightly wireless crazy, I have resorted to using the internet on my phone. All was going rather well until I discovered Facebook via the humble mobile and now, seeing as I can’t do much else, I visit it quite often. A little too often. Whether it’s a friendly poke or a wall post (from a friend I text a few hours before- what ever happened to talking?) I just want to check what’s going on with the world. I just hope it doesn’t cost too much, or else I may have to invent some kind of Facebook patch to get me unhooked (I copyright that invention!)

What is it with me and attachments? I don’t want my current routine to finish because then I must start all over again, just as I had become settled. Living without access to the web of the wide world has proven tricky and I can’t quite let go of that inbox, or the poke button. But I am learning that being settled isn’t always best, and that each era leads on to another- I just hope the next one can last a little longer.