So, this time last year I was married (technically) and living in Scotland for the twentieth year. Knowing I was going to turn 40 and wondering what I'd do for it. I was also hoping my divorce would get sorted so I could ask a wonderful lady to marry me. Plus trying to work out how we would live together after that.
I had a good job that I felt I was useful in, finally feeling like I wasn't framing it, though get pig sick fed up of php.
Tonight i'm not out partying. Because I got divorced and asked a wonderful girl if I could marry her mother and she said yes, they both did.
Then I got offered a job in London and I said yes because it would mean we could live together and the wonderful girl could see her father more often.
So twenty years after I first went to Scotland I came back to England to find I didn't dislike it so much.
I've made some new friends, and i'm enjoying my job. Even enjoying writing Java and if you'd me that last year I'd have laughed in your face.
But it's been three months I've been here, getting ready for next year. And it's going to be three more months until they can move down.
Next year I'll work harder at building up relationships, but it's been hard knowing I move again soon. I miss my friends in Scotland, in both Glasgow and Edinburgh. And hope everyone has a great time tonight.
Random partying has never really been my thing, I get stressed meeting lots of strangers. So instead i'm in bed, rambling, watching films and drinking a whisky.
It's been a year with a few surprises for me, I wonder what next year will bring?
I might even write more.