All good things…

So. I’ve been seriously toying with whether I should blog anything at all about Lucy and I breaking up, but have decided that it would be unacceptably odd not to mention it at all before moving on to other, less significant topics. Especially when I just have nice things to say! The truth is this: our relationship reached its natural end, and it was time for both of us to move on, so I’m grateful to her for saying so. It’s an ending, sure – and coming in amongst a bunch of them for me at the moment – but that doesn’t have to be a sad thing. I’ve never believed in eternity. We really did have a wonderful time together, and that will always stay with us, especially as it wasn’t marred by a nasty falling out at the end. And really, what more can you ask for from life than that? Let’s not forget, after all, that Lucy is one of the greatest people I have ever met. I care about her enormously, and I do very much hope that over time we won’t lose each other as friends. But even if we did, for whatever reason, at least I have a great security in knowing that she will continue to be amazing in whatever she chooses to do with her life. (Did I mention that all of those complacent art museum directors had better watch their backs? )

This post isn’t just a piece of news; it’s a celebration both of things past and futures that await. So here’s to Lucy! xxx

And this is my last word on this, I promise…


Right. Emotion over. Exams update! Three down, only one more to go. On Monday at 12pm I will have written what will probably be my last exam, ever, and then freedom beckons! Gosh, how odd

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5 Comments on :
All good things…

  1. Tash says:

    Driving license theory exam?

  2. Red Dalek says:

    Haha – yes, maybe! Not if I can avoid it though

  3. Sanna says:

    *hugs* from Stockholm x

  4. Abbi says:

    I’m here if you need to talk

  5. Alexander says:

    Tash you’ll only strengthen his resolve that way: "TfL doesn’t make me take an exam…"

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