Lost
It's amazing the things you can find out about the love lives of your relatives when time and patience are on your side. Like the fact that mum's first husband liked to cross dress, or that my sister knew her first boyfriend was sleeping around and stayed with him anyway, or that my gran was engaged - or planning to get engaged, I forget which - to some guy in the air force years before she ever met my granddad.
Between that and term starting next week and my 'anniversary' coming up in a couple of weeks - no, Sara, we're not throwing a party - it's got me thinking about the loves and losses of the past year. Did any of them turn out like I expected? No. But do I regret any of them? Not really. Sure there are things I'd do differently if I had a second chance. Guys I'd turn down when I should have. Offers I wouldn't reject when I did. But on the whole I'm pretty content with the way things have turned out so far.
So bring on the next 12 months. I'm curious to see what's waiting round the corner.
Between that and term starting next week and my 'anniversary' coming up in a couple of weeks - no, Sara, we're not throwing a party - it's got me thinking about the loves and losses of the past year. Did any of them turn out like I expected? No. But do I regret any of them? Not really. Sure there are things I'd do differently if I had a second chance. Guys I'd turn down when I should have. Offers I wouldn't reject when I did. But on the whole I'm pretty content with the way things have turned out so far.
So bring on the next 12 months. I'm curious to see what's waiting round the corner.