Back in London for the second time, I hope to now finally find that long over–due stability and base with my first home since 2016. (After leaving my awesome home in Australia because of an insane stalker! Wait for the book! Well, that wasn’t the real reason but it is true.) There are so many other factors involved, other than the issues I was having, in my decision to give up on the Madrid dream and move back to London. After all I had made that decision 3 years ago! And still had not managed to get my Visa. A lot FKIN changes in 3 years! Including finding a man who I never dreamed possible who had managed to resurrect my damaged heart and show me how great a partner can actually be. So the idea would have been, being in Spain for a few years on my own then ending up in a home with him in London. But that few years on my own has already passed, waiting for paperwork and living like a nomad. I also had my stuff being shipped over from from Australia. Initially, to Spain but now I was thinking it made sense to get it sent to the UK instead.
So here I am, writing this post in my mans apt as we look for our new love nest to move into together. I got my mum praying for this to be it. And as someone who has had to make all his own fortune, success and achievements in life on his own, (And no longer having to rely on someone else, like I was in Madrid) I plan on making this the start of the next chapter in my life and finding a happiness that has been vacant for quote some time.
