Relationships make the world go round. Some people live together, some don’t, some live on different continents and make it work, and some people choose to be by themselves.
Living with someone is difficult, especially if they turn out not to be the right someone for you, and you have to untangle yourself from a joint life that you have been extricably linked to. The nervousness of who is going to keep that fork and who will have the cats is a horrible procedure and I quite frankly cannot think of anything worse than living with a boy again.
My sister says I am whimsical; the type of girl who does something before thoroughly thinking it through and therefore has to deal with the consequences when my feet finally hit the ground, having drifted, like dandelions from the sky. Maybe she’s right. And I don’t think there is anything wrong with being that sort of person, sometimes the best things happen to me because I don’t think silly ideas through before jumping feet first, like a little girl with shiny red wellies into a big puddle. But as is often the case, the water is normally deeper than you think and mud splashes up at your fairy dress.
But I won’t forget the fun of it. Getting the keys to your home and standing there, suddenly realising that the wardrobe is too big to fit up the stairs and you haven’t got any curtains, as it starts to get dark. Having the antiquated heating system break and having to snuggle up under three duvets and numerous blankets; too scared to go for a wee in case your toes fall off. Waking up in the morning and having someone to say hi to, and then debating about whose turn it is to get up and make the tea. Going for a run and coming back to the back door, feeling like you are going to die and having a glass of water passed out the window. And simply knowing that you aren’t alone in the world; that you have a companion who won’t judge you, who will accept you for who you are and hold your hair back when you are sick. Someone who will laugh with you when you want to cry, and will let you hold the remote control and sit in the good chair when you are feeling rubbish from an awful day at work.
Boys may suck most of the time, but ask me if I would do it again, and although I might hesitate, I might need time to be my sister and think it through, id still do it again. One day you’ll find a girl to do it with again too, and I wish you every luck in the world.