In 2011, i didn’t get married, i didn’t have a baby, i didn’t buy a house or a car and i didn’t get my dream job. I didn’t begin to even want any of these things. Instead i actually began to enjoy life, and ONLY enjoy. In the past 6 months of the year I have had no stress, i haven’t had a single argument with anyone, i have seen some of the most beautiful places the world has to offer, i have grown deeper in love with my one (though i thought it was impossible) and i have learnt some important life skills and lessons.
Highlights (by no means exhaustive):
Hough-Cole wedding to start the new year.
Lee spoiling me on Valentines day with an insane tapas extravanganza; treating me all year when i had so little money that i couldn’t even afford to clothe myself.
Whitby with friends, running on the beach.
Finishing Nosh… making that last bloody sandwich, coffee, pannini.
As sad as it was at the time… the nights out with friends just before we came away.
Leaving Party.
Loosing around 3 stone.
Every single second of every single waking moment of being on our travels. With the exception of the third night of being away where we spent the night in a hell hole.
