What Happens in Glastonbury

Moving Forward

Being in Glastonbury had done me the world of good, despite my parents, obviously, as soon as I woke up the morning after getting there my Mum gave me a lecture on how we put our shoes away when we enter the house instead of leaving them by the front door! For fuck's sake Mum, I'm nearly 21!

I came downstairs that morning and after the lecture was treated to a vegan, pancakey, omelette, weird pile of yellow looking crap, I have no idea what it was, it looked like it had twigs poking out of it, but whatever it was made from it was rank and I pretended to not be hungry and straight after drove to the nearest McDonald's and had the breakfast of a massive fat slob! I wasn't sorry!

I sat in McDonalds feeling a weird range of emotions, life was good generally. I was excited for the future, but I couldn't help the whole Zoe situation niggling in the back of my mind. I thought I'd hadn't really lost anything but the more I thought about it the more it hit me. I had lost my best friend, I was going to have to move out of our house, I barely knew anyone else in London now Jiya had gone. I had a few friends on my course but they lived outside London and didn't socialise in London, so I was going to be on my own now. A thought that really scared me, I relied on Zoe for so much, she was confident, she knew her way around London, navigating it alone was terrifying!

Maybe I could just move back to Glastonbury and get a job instead I thought, my family is here, I have somewhere to live, my old friends are here, Mollie is here, I don't need a degree, or a well-paid Job, Jess earns enough to support both of us, it was the obvious and easy thing to do but the more I thought about it the more I realised two things!

1. I didn't want to sponge off a man, I needed to make my own money and support myself.

2. I absolutely could not move back in with my parents, I realised number 2 as soon as I got home from McDonalds to find my parents doing.... wait for it....

NAKED YOGA

In the front room! In full view of the windows.... and ME! Jesus fuck! Think of the worst and most disturbing horror movie you've ever seen.... well, this was worse. I am literally damaged! Scarred for life! I felt levels of sick I've never felt before and the image, oh the image!! It's engrained in my mind forever, I want to report myself to social services to be taken away but I'm not sure they take 20-year-olds, sadly.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, I couldn't face them, every time I saw them, fully clothed I got a mental picture of Dad, naked, in downward dog pose. Hang on.... I need to puke!

Seriously ruined my life!

It was three days later, 3 days spent avoiding my parents that I next talked to Zoe. I had been out getting some food shopping for my parents, I got back in the car in the supermarket car park, and she called me, I stared at her name on the screen for a moment wondering whether I should even bother answering, as far as I was concerned our friendship was over. But being the massive pushover that I was. I answered.

"Hello" I said, Unenthusiastically

"Hey Ols" she said, casually, which annoyed me more

"Just wondered, when are you coming back home, it's just that Sam was gonna stay over but I didn't want to invite him if Jesse was going to be here, you know, for obvious reasons" she said. What I thought, why is she acting so normal, and friendly! Did she forget about the past week?!

"Uh, Jesse is in Japan and... I'm not coming back" I answered

"Huh? Not till September? after summer break?" She asked

"No, like, not ever, I'm moving out. I'll be back soon to move my stuff out, but that's it" I wasn't sure how she was not getting this.

"What? You're moving out!? Why?" She asked, sounding shocked, like this was brand new information. It was not.