Two Years On...

As you may guess by the hour at which this will be posted, this may or may not be somewhat fuelled by a very nice bottle of 2012 Sauvignon Blanc and a lot of nostalgia, nonetheless here it is, not that anyone will be reading this, more like a 'note to self' post really. Anyway, here it is, two years and six days on from my last post and after reading them its incredible to realise how much, and how little I've changed. The last time I was writing here, I hadn't even considered university, now, I'll be going to one in four months. I barely understood what it meant to hate, love and feel pain. Now, to some extent, I do, although I'm sure there's more of that to come. I don't really want to go into detail about much as it seems pointless, considering the myriad of events that have torn up and rearranged the pieces of my life over the past two years. Two boyfriends, one secret boyfriend, numerous dates, even more numerous one-night flings (even morning ones) and a whole lot of friends. All of them coming, and some of them, unfortunately going. I've probably gone through more in the past two years than I have in the whole 16 years of my life before that fateful Summer of 2011, and that even more spectacular Summer of 2012. And, whether good or bad, all these experiences have taught me a great deal, teachings I hope to put to good use as I turn over the page this summer, to find I have to start a whole new chapter in my life. However, this chapter won't start with familiar faces or familiar places. I'm scared, terrified even. But also, excited. I'll no doubt have lots to write about, but whether I'll be writing them on here or not is uncertain. Although, to my knowledge, I'm the only person who reads this, I still feel more comfortable writing down some things, in my own private journal. Which is where I'll be writing, as my life has got far more 'exciting' one might say, and some things I think are definitely best kept for my eyes only. Even so, I hope to be back here, at some point, maybe just to read old posts, maybe to write new ones, either way, a small note to myself;

The last two years have been a pleasure, highs, lows, comfortably sitting in the middles, and its all thanks to you, Angus. You made everything happen; you were the idiot who fell for a womaniser, and never climbed out, you were the vulnerable cute kid in the bar who someone wanted to roofie, you were the drunk guy at that party who got his top off and pissed off many, but made a special few want to be friends with you. All this and more, was you. Now that you're moving on, remember me, remember your friends, all of them, the fabulous fashionista you wished you talked to more because she reminds you of a less annoying Carrie Bradshaw everytime you stalk her on facebook, the horribly charming one who went behind your back but still kept your trust, the crazy one who watched you shower and stole gravel from gardens for you and all the rest of those wonderful characters. They weren't the most popular, are the prettiest but they were by far, from every single angle inside and out the most beautiful people you could ever have wished to meet, and although you made the last two years what they were, they made you what you are now.

All my love,

Me.