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Hello there old friend.

You know what’s bittersweet? The few entries of my old diary that I’ve allowed myself to read. It was the time when I met and was starting to establish a relationship with Brendan. That was four years ago. It details things like asking him what we’re doing and subsequent conversations where he told me he doesn’t often form emotional connections. Following that is me telling him to stop being nice to me because it’s not fair. #fuckboytales

Fast forward to today and we’ve been officially together for about ten months. Ten months including nine fifo months. Ten months including nine very emotionally taxing, frustrating, challenging months. Regardless, ten months of having the most caring, generous, mischievous (and sometimes self-centred) partner. Quite a comtrast.

Other changes in the past four years include:

• a new job
• have moved three times and realised living alone is everything I’d ever dreamed of
• lost and gained friends
• gained a couple of the sweetest, fastest growing, adorable nephews
• been medicated for anxiety and subsequently come off said medication (work in progress there)
• travels
• my hair blonde to brown to blonde to brown/blonde/copper/violet
• the discovery of how stellar lash lifts are
• adding letters after my name
• reorganising my money to reprioritise so I have a heart attack every time I see my card balance because I think I have no money

Things that haven’t changed:

• still a massive dork