* As of last Friday I became unemployed.
* On the same Friday I got a mail from a former boss who invited me to work on a short project for him.
* On Saturday, I suddenly became 33.
* I was continuing my hunt for the Holy Grail – i.e. a new job.

So that was it. No wonder I was not really spending too much time on Twitter (which is down most of the time anyway), or Plurk (which starts to replace Twitter for me) or Flicrk (still owing some uploads from my last visit to Bulgaria).
I was busy elsewhere. Now, posting on the blog was another thing I skipped, so I will have to write about the thing that annoyed me last week – why I like LinkedIn and why I think Xing is useless.

I have decided to put my photography stuff on a separate blog, Thumb on the Lens, to move all the pages that were under Fractured Bloughts to their own page, independent of this blog – like the Maps, the Media Library, the About page.

The bigger thing rebuilding and cleaning wise is on the job front. On the 1st of June I will leave my current job, and my new job will be in another country, far, far away, in the Misty Albion.
New job, new country and a new adventure – accidentally, when that happens, I will start a new blog, where I will write about working and living in the UK, mainly for my friends, family and interested people. It will be for a different audience, written in Hungarian just to mention a “small” difference.

So the summer will be a time of change, and I firmly believe that it will be for the better. After all, every change can be used to better one’s life.
With change comes cleaning – and I swear that I started the post way before I read your post about cleaning, Karen, but I fully agree with your statement:

No one wants to pack up unnecessary junk and take it into a bright shiny new place, yet so often we are unable to let go of things we no longer need.

You move you blog, I move my self. I have an advantage over you – only a limited amount of stuff fits in the suitcase and the 20kg weight limit. The rest I will have to “remote” order, and that makes it easy to leave behind unused things.

The harder thing will be the people. Friends, family are staying here, at home, but I am positive that I will make new ones.

And it’s not like I am escaping and never returning. More like in the old days, when the journeymen traveled around Europe, learning here and there returning home with the knowledge.

So, cleaning, painting, rebuilding.