So a nice little note at the end of a post isn’t enough, it turns out. I kind of need to give this one it’s own post.
Now, I want you all to keep in mind that I am 33 years old, very nearly divorced and have a responsible job… got that? I’m a grown up, really very capable and mature in some ways.
Ok now picture me dancing around my house singing ‘i’ve got a boyfriend and he’s awesome’ and grinning like an absolute loon. Can you picture that? Ok, that, the singing and dancing and grinning, that would be a massive understatement of how ridiculously happy I am and have been every since this started.
Three and a half thousand miles is pretty effective at making you take it slow, but if there wasn’t an actual ocean in the way i’d be shoving the cats in the car and driving it. I am utterly, insanely giddy, and behaving pretty much like a twelve year old with her first crush. The giddiness it turns out, it even infecting other people (awesome post Kempe) http://nightsofpassion.wordpress.com/2011/05/29/giddy/ .
And yeah, the savings account that has had about £1.50 in it for the last year, is now officially, my get to Pennsylvania account, so I am definitely putting at least another £1.50 in it this month. May take a while to save up air fare at that rate of course, so if I can manage more I will.
What on earth is my therapist going to make of all this?