Flying

I've kept putting off updating this blog, but I think this is a damn good reason.  I could just say that the ever-reigning Cate has said this better than I ever could, but that'd be cheating.  So here goes.

I am no longer single.  Over a decade of flying solo has come to an end.  Symptoms include memory loss, inability to perform simple tasks, staring off into the distance as if on drugs, grinning like an idiot and a constant urge to catch a train to Liverpool.

It's like the benign cousin of grief; grief has a way of hitting you all over again, as you realise who or what you've lost.  This is different, happy instead of sad; it's like every few minutes I realise who I've gained.  I keep expecting it to turn out to be a dream or a misunderstanding, or wondering what I did right and how I could have lucked into this.

The bottom line?  Yesterday I changed my Facebook relationship status to read '...in a relationship with Cate Gardner.'

I can't remember the last time I felt this happy, and I don't think I could feel happier if I tried.

I may not be flying solo anymore, but I still feel like I'm flying.