cosmic_llin

Much later...

It's not giggleworthy at all, sad to say, but here it is anyway. Bitter much, moi? Well yes, but we already knew that. Thank you for continuing to put up with my misery o_0

Age 27 and now

I lived in:

Then: a gorgeous house in Wimbledon. Technically a share, but my friend (whose family's property it was) was usually away on film shoots so I pretty much had the whole pile to myself. It rocked.

Now: a horrible, nasty little 'plastic shed' in a horrible, nasty little suburb in a nasty ugly uncultured nation at the arsehole of the planet. I've done my best to convert the insides into a comfortable, welcoming hobbit-hole. It may be a plastic shed but at least it's ours!

I drove:

Then: I was in one of the then-rare temporary periods of being without my own wheels. This was soon remedied :-)

Now: for reasons we know but won't mention here, I am without wheels again and probably will always be. Yes, other half has a wheeled vehicle, but I wouldn't drive it in a million years because it's not a real car. Automatic transmissions, eww ick! Still, I get lifts to places, so I don't begrudge paying for most of the repairs. And I love walking, as you know. But the PT here blows and damn, I miss driving :-(

I was in a relationship with:

Then: H1, primary lover, and a fabulously enjoyable cornucopia of disposables.

Now: H3. Hardly even qualifies as a relationship much of the time, but we do have some excellent conversations and a shared bed.

I feared:

Then: the cancer returning.

Now: ageing. Dying. The Auditors. Never again getting to remission from this boring chronic immune disorder.

I worked at:

Then: my beloved profession, same as I'd been doing since the age of twelve.

Now: cleaning other people's dirty floors and toilets.

I wanted to be:

Then: I was already living my dream, had been for many years, and I loved it and always will.

Now: back home and safe. As if that's likely to happen...