The News

Good lord, we're in June - how did that happen?

People kept mentioning it to me at the start of the month and every time they did I felt a bit of a punch to my stomach.

Half the year gone already. This was not the plan. How can I have been living here in the Midlands for this long already?

How have I been living in my sister's box room for this long?

How have I been travelling back and forth from Preston most weekends to see The Person?

How has it been this long?

It didn't make me feel good. Whilst I knew it may take a bit of time for The Person to find a job I don't think either of us appreciated how long that would be, and it had been five long months without even the hint of an interview, much less an actual job.

Stress levels have been high and have snapped more than once, but the edges were starting to fray a little.

So it was with a certain amount of nervous excitement that we made our way back to the Midlands together  on the last Bank Holiday Monday for The Person to have an interview.

I kept it pretty quiet and didn't really dare to hope. We didn't even speak about it that much that weekend, despite our rolling down hills and our trip to Blackpool, we enjoyed ourselves but didn't really talk about what was going to happen at the end of the weekend - the big potential game-changer.

I'll not beat around the bush, there's little point.

He got the job.

And with that everything has changed. There is light at the end of the tunnel.

In fact the light is heading towards us at full speed.

It seems that this was a situation where we just had to wait for the right thing to come along. And it really is the right thing, The Person has got a job in pretty much the only town that would allow us to live together in my town without transport. It is not a transport hub by any stretch of the imagination but the only public transport available runs between our towns. Lucky or what?

I am in the process of finding somewhere for us to live (no he doesn't need to look at it, don't be silly) and now the process of packing up and throwing out begins.

And in one more month I'll get to live with my boyfriend again.

Here's to the next six months.