P & I will have been together 2 years this coming September, but on Sunday we had another celebration. A year living together in our little flat. Our first grown up home.
P had never lived with a girlfriend before he moved in with me on that fatal day in 2010. And although this was my second time treading these particular boards, I was terrified he’d hate every second of sharing a space with me. I’m loud, crabby and have serious issues with lights being on and washing up not being done.
It’s not always been a bed of roses. These walls have seen bickering, tears, full-blown hissy fits, and sometimes P is here too! Thankfully, these wonky walls have also seen buckets of laughter and a lot of love.
Even though, against all odds, I packed my boxes and moved to a place where I knew nobody, I don’t regret a single day. Not one.
So in celebration of not killing each other this year, P took me to one of my favourite restaurants. The Harvester. It’s not posh. It’s not fancy. Does it do a rack of ribs as big as my head?….Yes it does.
And after a year of living together and nearly two years as a couple…P has realised I’m THAT sort of girl.