After a 13 hour day at work and a quick workout routine I come "home" (well as any gay man, I force myself down the gym thinking it will help me find me that hot husband). But it is not home. It s a cold place actually. Now finding a home in london can be difficult. By moving in with strangers you take a chance and after 12 months staying here it is time to move on. It is part of my new beginning and I am determined this time it is going to be a success. No more coming home, escaping to my room and spending the night alone in front of the computer. Maybe that is why I am out all the time as it drives me insane. Now I am moving in with this lovely girl to this lovely apartment just by my work. I think it will be a hit with many movie nights and cosy nights in with friends. A place where you feel at home. Okay it might be without the hubby, but it is a good start. And talking of that husband I ve found myself a boy. He s the cutest thing ever. Masculine manly and greek looks (not sure why but I have a soft spot for those greekies) and he called me now asking me if I had missed him. Truth is I have. I never let myself do that for years after the other greek years ago as I told you about in a previous post, and funny thing is I ve only met him 4 times. Now that might be a bit fast, but I cant help it. My friend said Im smitten. Maybe I am? For the first time in years. It has actually made me feel like 16 again. So maybe I have started my journey - the new beginning. Out with the old , in with the new. But I ll take the good bits with me in a goody bag , and throw the garbage in the basement where it belongs. Life is too short.
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