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 I was pondering this afternoon how everything has changed so dramatically to the better for me, thinking back to last year November when one evening I came home and just cried because customers had sucked the last bit of energy out of me, what with "Black Friday" approaching and offers being not good enough in their eyes. I had sold worth of around 10k that week on top of my normal work, and two weeks later would get a kick in the butt because one of my 'regular' customers refused -rightly- to talk to me or anyone in my office. It didn't count towards the bonus either of course.  Sharing an old, not-well maintained flat with my son and his friend had become a disaster, and I was dreading that time when everyone is expected to be cheery. Darkness falling from around 3.30 onwards was not helping; I got to work while it was still dark and left work when it was dark already. My promise to myself of becoming a merry widow was in serious jeopardy, as there was little I

It's now been over three months since I left England, and the time is finally starting to feel real, not like a dream. In the first few weeks I tended to wake up thinking what a pleasant dream I'd had, living in pleasant surroundings (if loud, thanks to never-ending construction), minutes from the seafront, in lovely weather. It's not happening that often now, though I'm far from taking it for granted. The feel of actually living a life instead of merely existing, the knowing that the devastating energy that is Newcastle now lies in my past, and above all, that inner feeling of peace that washes over me every now and then - what an incredible journey. Some people don't like Malta -- because it's too small, too hot, too windy, too rip-offy where the locals are concerned, too expensive, and whatever other findings one could come up with. And I totally get that. It is small! August gets Very hot! when it's windy, it isn't just a gentle breeze, that's