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Yes, I have found it. I will no longer be a girl about town in Edinburgh, not that I ever really was, but instead a girl about Berkhamsted and or London. This of course means I’m moving back home, which will be interesting to say the least.

My wonder job, is Account Executive (Social Media) at Propeller Group, which probably means nothing to most of you, but rest assured is exactly what I want to be doing. I went in for a trial day and can confirm that everyone is lovely and I’m not just saying that because they may be reading this.

I start on Monday 14th June and before that I have a hectic week of traveling all over the place. Tomorrow, Saturday 5th I’m off to Istanbul for several days with my parents. Then on Thursday, I leave Istanbul and fly to Edinburgh, changing in Luton for a couple of fun filled hours.

Once I arrive in Edinburgh at about 9.30 have to meet up with Annie, who will be somewhere in the city…. and who incidentally will have had a similarly complex journey.

Then I have  a fun weekend of fun, frolics and manic packing with Annie, before getting a train at 2pm on Sunday… and abandoning Annie in the city until her flight in the evening, I’m sure she’ll cope, she’s tough.

This should all result in me getting back to Berko station at around 7.30. Probably very tired and grumpy.

Then it’ll be up bright and early to catch the 7.59 train from Berko… I am now the owner of a season ticket. My Name Is Hilary Gray and I am a Commuter.

So unless fate or ash-cloud intervenes there are my plans for the forseeable future.

I must go now… packing calls.

It is now Thursday 4th March and  since last Thursday I have been back and  forth from Edinburgh to London more than is strictly necessary. I had to be in London at 10.00 on Saturday for an interview, but I had the wonderful Twitchicks networking event on Friday night. So it was  a good excuse to take the sleeper down to London, half practicality and half romanticism. More on that later.

Twitchicks was a great event, meet some new people, got some advice for this blog and fun was had by all. Some more than others I think from the reports on Twitter the next day. Sadly I had to leave earlier-ish to get the aforementioned sleeper.

Twitchicks number 3 on TwitpicTwitchicks number 1 on TwitpicTwitchicks number 2 on Twitpic

Thanks to @keelingoverkaz for the photos. She’s the one who isn’t in any pictures!

Now onto London. The sleeper gave me a fairly good nights sleep, albeit with some very dull dreams which took place in my carriage. Such as the epic dream where Sam asked me for hand cream and the always exciting dream where my dad phones me and I shout at him.

Arrived without any incident and was woken with a cup of tea, I know how to travel in style. Spent a good amount of time in the toilets at Euston, making myself look pretty. The interview/Assessment day was great fun, we had to prepare a pitch for national non-smoking day and tweak our message to deal with constant emergencies, such as the election being called the next day, and both parties wanting to repeal the smoking ban!

All in all a good day! Of course it is at this point that my carefully constructed timetable blew up in my face. It was 5.00pm, my train was at 6.00pm, but there were drinks after and I wanted to get some quick networking in and talk to @tommalcolm one of the founders of Twestival to see if I could pick his brains about EdTwestival. Well you can all see where this is going, through a mix of my own stupidity, works on the tube and an unprecedented amount of tourists at Piccadilly Circus, I missed the train, the LAST train.

Not only did I miss the train, I missed it by seconds, I was on the platform and they wouldn’t let me on. And as it pulled away I slid down a pillar in Kings Cross and looked much like this woman! (I had shoes on though)

So after much running around, seeing if I could get a train to Glasgow- no, checking if there was a sleeper- no. I ended up spending the night in Berkhamsted, sadly not in the bosom of my parents, as they had left that very morning to visit me in Edinburgh, making my need to get up there all the more urgent.

Finally made it out of town on what was seemingly the only train going north out of London that day. Made it to Edinburgh only to head  straight to Glasgow for dinner. I had an interview in Edinburgh on Monday and I have some paid work experience lined up for March, which may hopefully lead to something more.

Monday also saw a venue confirmed  for EdTwestival, we will be at the brand new venue Ghillie Dhu. It’s a gothic masterpiece, a former church (what else) in the west end.

Tuesday of course saw me heading down south again. But not before an early morning Twestival meeting at Lewis Communications, located handily right behind my flat. I got a lift down south with my parents and I’d forgotten quite how far it was was, or how long it took.

Wednesday I got a chance to breathe, a surprise visit from my Uncle Bernard passing through en-route from Copenhagen to Sydney, life’s nice in the jetset!

Today I was largely concerned with EdTwestival, writing a draft press release and looking at our lovely new Avatar.