I feel like I'm trapped inside my own little personal soap opera at the moment.

I have written previously about moving to Reading and, about a year after first giving it some genuine thought, it now looks very likely that I will be living there very shortly after five long years living in Leeds. I decided back in June that I wanted to do it and, after putting the wheels in motion in July, everything is now sorted out on the work side of things. I started looking for somewhere to live last weekend, viewed a place on Thursday night and then confirmed my intent to move in the following day. Tomorrow I'll find out whether I'll be moving in - if I do, I'll be there by the start of October.

All very well, but there probably could not be a worse time for me to move.

A few weeks ago now, I somehow managed to part ways with someone that I met one strange day in July and started seeing shortly afterwards. Our circumstances both suiting it perfectly, before we embarked upon our short relationship we had agreed to rent a place together in Reading later in the year. As the relationship came to end, this plan was burnt and my non-existent Plan B was put into action.

Whilst I can retrospectively question the other ideas we had and things we decided to do, deciding to get a place together in the first instance was definitely a really great idea. In the knowledge that it would have been such fun, and with the greatest respect to whoever I'm going to live with in Reading, nowhere is likely to get anywhere near to meeting the potential that existed before.

Whilst I should be really excited about a move that I have been wanting for so long now, I'm not.

Other factors are also contributing more than their fair share, of course. I know it's a knackered-out cliche, but from the moment we split I've been on this crazy rollercoaster ride. One day I'm absolutely alright, the next day I'm low. I have so many new feelings and thoughts going through my head that I've never had to confront before (as well as some sadly familiar ones), and it clearly going to take me time. A big personal change like moving to Reading is hardly wise in those circumstances.

Then there's the obvious fact that my now ex-girlfriend is going to be in the same town as me. 'Out of sight, out of mind' clearly isn't the case in this situation, but moving so quickly to the place where I'll see her everyday doesn't sound particularly wise, does it?

There are positives to my move that could help me deal with my current problems, but I think there's a risk that the timing is not right. I can't realistically delay the move - if I don't move soon, I won't be able to move at all. Not moving is not an option. So it is that I move now.

How will things turn out? Tune in next time.