There were some omissions in my last post.
I forgot two other Scotland trips. That last list should be updated to read France in March, Scotland in April (Easter), Boston in May, Scotland in June (Craig's Mom's birthday), some other wanderings with parents maybe around this time, Scotland in July (T in the Park), Ireland in August.
Basically, I go to Scotland and a few other places.
The other glaring omission was, of course, Craig. Now I'll be the first to admit that he's made living in England considerably better than it would be otherwise. But (brace yourself, here comes the sappy) he just makes everything better, not just England. Seriously, he's one of the best things to happen in my life.*
Ok, now before you either start rolling your eyes or go "Awwwww", stop. It's in all honesty when I say that I wrote that more for myself than for making you hurl or squee. I think in the last couple of years I've been in some less than nice (ok, fucked up) relationships. The result being I think I got some wacked ideas making camp in my head. Most of the time I don't even think it's a messed up way to think.
That is, until Craig started un-messing me up. I won't say he's "fixing" anything because he's doing this by just being him. Just last night when we were on the phone talking about coordinating evening plans I was debating different travel combinations, all with the goal of minimizing him just sitting around my flat with me. He cut me off saying, "Hey you know I actually do like spending time with you? So I don't mind hanging about. Consider it part of, you know, the whole liking you a lot thing."
That made me burst out laughing. How in the world did I get to the point where I think hanging out with me is too much trouble for my boyfriend? How do I become so messed up that I think not being with me would make him happiest? I mean, I know how I got here, but holy shit, this should not be revolutionary stuff folks. He's with me because he likes me! Not! That! Profound!
And that's just one of many little ways he un-messes me up. I won't go into more of them because although you can always close this window when it gets to be too much, I'd like you to want to come back when it's less googly eyed (not Google eyed) around here.
Anyway, because of him I'm developing something that actually resembles a healthy relationship and although it's disturbing that this experience is new to me, it's still pretty cool dammit.
*Could be that he's actually the best, but it's in competition with when I was conceived and that's more of a question of semantics. I'm still deciding if life begins at birth or at conception. In the first case then he wins hands down. In the latter case, I'd have to imagine my conception which involves parents being naked... Oh gross I can't even go there. Ok he wins for being the best thing to happen to my life but only because I don't want to imagine my parents doing it.