Now I just need to get saving so that we can eat and have some fun while we’re there.
In other news, I have a date tomorrow. :) Not a day trip to Cambridge, as originally planned, because of us paying out for Blackpool last night, but we’re going to do something fun in Peterborough instead. I’m excited regardless, because it’s been a long while. I suppose it’s silly, in a way, because we’re living together so going on a date shouldn’t feel like such a huge deal, but just getting to go out and do something fun, just the two of us is such a rarity that I appreciate it so much when we do finally get a day to ourselves.
Tumblr activity has flatlined over the last month or so. Apologies for that. I keep meaning to write, and attempting to be more active. It’s just… everytime I try to put up a post, the words just never seem to come.
Still, I often feel like this is an essential thing for my wellbeing, having an outlet to vent my feelings and frustrations, so I need to keep it up.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.