the wind will change

Sometimes changes are in the pipeline for so long that when they actually happen it doesn't feel like news at all.

I've felt like London wasn't the right place for me in the long term for years now. Knowing that, and knowing where the right place would be are two very different things. It's easy to remain static because your present position is not so uncomfortable you need to move.

Bob changed that. He is a country fellow. In retrospect perhaps that's why I'd never met the right bloke before. If deep down inside your a country kid, it's going to be quite difficult to meet a kindred spirit in the middle of a metropolis.

So I'm moving to Yorkshire. The plan to move in together outside of London, and then tp move in to Bob's place in East Riding has been in the pipeline for quite some time. To begin with all this plotting and scheming was all very hush hush while I sorted out moving my job from one office to another, promptly changed my mind about which office, then told my flatmate. And even though the cat has been out of the bag for a while now, time seems to be galloping on, and there's just been no opportunity to put the words here.

Flatmate Stu moved out this weekend. It's been quite sad. We've lived together for three years; and, as much as we've never done anything socially and he's hardly ever at the flat, I'm going to miss having him around. His leaving has also highlighted that my own departure from the flat is imminent. This is the home I've had for the longest since I left My parents, and after the palaver I had with my old flattie having a secure dwelling has been really important to me. Today I'm feeling a little regretful to be giving all that up.

Not too regretful though. There are a whole load of things I'm looking forward too doing in Yorkshire. Not least being that I'll be waking up next to the great big lump of a man who stole my heart away a bit more often.