Tuesday, February 19

I blow you a kiss. It should reach you tomorrow, as it flies from the other side of the world.

A few days ago, it began as a quick tidy up of the white gloss paintwork in the three bedrooms of my house. It's cascading into a bloody nightmare!
Who the fuck ever said painting was theraputic? They need stringing up by their balls or jump-lead clamps attaching to their nipples, whichever is most appropriate and likely to cause them the most discomfort until they take back their stupid words.
A couple of hours here and there licking up the paintwork, I thought. Wrong! More wrong than Jack McWrong from Wrongsville!
The nice, newly painted skirting boards made all the other white bits in the rooms look awful. Awful and odd. So much so, that I've been left with no choice but to re-paint all the rest of it. Window sills, door frames, radiators, those bits that the curtain poles hang from, even doors. It's never ending!
In hindsight, I should have bought an off white colour. Damn you hindsight. And fuck you too afterthought!

Another couple of hours spent finishing off the last of the glossing and then it's on to the bedroom ceilings and walls. Once that's done then I have a couple of small jobs to do. Those type of things that have have needed doing for a while but I've never got around to them, like sorting out the seal around the bath (terrible I know, considering I'm a plumber!), fixing the fence panels, tidying the garden....
....then I'm selling up.
Selling up and moving 90 miles north to be closer to The Girl. That's the plan.
Technically, it should be easy to move my business up there, considering I'm self-employed. I'm going to be close to one of the biggest Cities in the Country too, so I'm counting on being able to get lots of work. It can't possibly be any worse than where I am now. And of course (and more importantly), it won't mean a two hour drive to see The Girl anymore. The distance between us sucks!
No more stuck on the Motorway from hell. No more putting up with idiot drivers who all seem to be under the impression they own all three lanes. No more large fuel bills. No more only being able to see each other on weekends.
It all still seems so far away, but the wheels have been set in motion.

In April, The Girl and I will have been together two years. In that time, we've managed to overcome lots of barriers, obstacles and general shit that goes hand in hand with having a long distance relationship. It hasn't been easy, but we've overcome things that have got in the way and it's now time to smile to ourselves, knowing that we beat the odds.
It's a huge step for both of us. I know it's me that's selling my house, leaving family and friends behind, relocating my business and pretty much starting again from scratch, but I'm also very aware that it's a huge deal for The Girl too. And in essence, everything I'm doing is because I know that our relationship is totally worth it.

If somebody would have told me two years ago that I would be doing this now, I would have scoffed at them.
It just goes to show that you never know what's around the corner.

6 parlez:

Fern said...

hoots and hollers from the bleachers*

Gordon said...

All sounds good. Sounds like you are in the right frame of mind.

And... top tune!

Dita said...

Painting starts out therapeutic until you get a bit through it and you need therapy.

You never know what's going to happen in life indeed. Follow your dreams...

stardust said...

Sounds great mate. I hope things go well. x

bedshaped said...

....from the belchers?! Oh, Apologies, I read that wrong.

I wouldn't say my frame of mind is anywhere good at the moment. It's almost Def Con Five!

I'm following, but I'm lagging slightly behind.

Thanks, me too.

Kiki Downing said...

Hello again! It's the formerly-named-after a former female singer of Fleetwood Mac & Xanadu songstress blogger...

Now renamed.
Still in semi-hiding.

Glad to be back, reading you again.

I'm really happy for you and The Girl. I tried a long distance thing once and, despite it not working out for unique circumstances (being on different continents is a bit harder), I will never ever regret the experience.

As someone above me commented "follow your dreams."