crazy, but true

six months ago today i got on a plane and moved to liverpool.

it seems absolutely insane when you just say it how it is and *dear god* what the hell was i thinking? davoud asked me the other day what the highlights have been, but it's really hard to narrow down. i guess part of it is that this has become day to day life and not just some wacky adventure. i'm not on vacation any more. i get up every morning and go to work, come home every night make dinner, chat to sam, maybe watch television, maybe go for a pint and then go to bed.

i think that's the highlight. the fact that i've been able to succeed in making a *real* life for myself here and i don't feel like i'm running away like i used to. that comes through making commitments and owning up to the dreaded *r* word (responsibility), through meeting and connecting with people that i've grown to care about so much, through knowing my way around, to be fair, and through finally realising that mobile phones are useful.

anyway, i'm happy, healthy, and i'm surrounded by people who love me here and on the other side of the pond too. pretty damn lucky and blessed, and i wouldn't dream of asking for anything more.

as grandma always said: count your blessings.