Over the passed 12 months my life has become... good. Better than good, fucking awesome!! I met a girl, fell in love, moved in with her - and never looked back. Except to write this blog, but it was done with a middle finger not regret.
Our life is somewhat brilliant actually. I live with the most beautiful, intelligent, cool girl a person could hope to meet, let alone spend their everyday with. She makes me want to better myself everyday, and I could not be more thankful. Not a day passes where we don't laugh like dickheads, curl up on the sofa, embrace like old friends... you get the picture.
We always have a board game on the table, snacks in the cupboards, beverages in the fridge, a TV series on the go, blankets at the ready, a smile on our faces. Friends and family come to stay (we have a spare room), and sometimes we are blessed with the laughter of small people - namely my 9month old nephew, who makes the both of us broody.
Now what is funny about all of this is that the old me from before would've scoffed. "Do you go out and get drunk?" Sometimes Pete, but rarely. "Do you have kinky sex every night?" Not every night, sometimes we just make love. "Do you spend every night entertaining friends?" Nope... most nights we cuddle on the sofa. "Do you do drugs, watch porn, have a long list of friends?" Nope, sometimes, and nope. We have a small circle of good friends.
Had I said this to my old self, I'd have been laughed at. Thing is... I didn't want all of that, I wanted this. I wanted a good life, I want a family, a drama free environment, love and affection, giggles... I left the crazy life behind me, not because I got old and settled, but because I did the crazy times and now I'm loving the quieter times. Board games, good Gin, pizza, naked cuddles, scary movies and cream eggs. What more could a guy want?
I love my life.
