Adjusting to this move has been interesting, there's been some good days and some utterly soul destroying dark depressing days but you just have to take everything as it comes. Interestingly enough partway through 2014 my entire friend-base completely changed and I very much learnt who my real friends were and who I could trust and not trust. This was also a bit of an upheaval if i'm perfectly honest but ultimately now I know this change was for the better and even though at the time it was difficult, it has made me happier. That and i'm saving a shit tonne of money on not having to buy so many Christmas presents this year... silver lining and all that!
On the 19th of February this year I finally passed my driving test too! only 5 years after taking my first lesson in Glasgow and miracle of all miracles I passed with zero faults or minors... don't know how the hell that quite happened but owning my own little car certainly makes the journey back to Glasgow and travelling to different locations for work an awful lot easier.
Since my last post in 2013 I have certainly embraced the whole comic con scene and now regularly travel to conventions (by myself may I add) and enjoy the different experiences these weekends have to offer. For the first time this year at the huge convention in London during the summer I went in Cosplay as Arwen the elf from Lord of the Rings, the only thing I would say about that is a corset, full length velvet dress and a packed convention hall in the middle of July is very warm!
Although I for the most part am enjoying myself and taking each day as a new adventure as is life there is always sadness just around the corner. Through my culling of fake friends I found that there really was only 3 people who I truly trusted and loved. These 3 people had been there for me, made me laugh, shared in my happy moments and all held some place dear in my heart.
On the 28th August 2015 at around 7am I received news that my good friend James Thomson had been found dead in his flat. He was only 43.
My heart broke. I still struggle to come to terms and believe that he has truly gone and left us. Sometimes I forget and if something funny or unusual happens I pick up my phone to text him and then remember that he'll never answer, that he's gone. Not a day goes by that I don't think about James and what happened to him and the wish that I had just picked up the phone and messaged him the night before like I had planned, but it slipped my mind...and he slipped away...
I can only hope that one day we'll meet again. I will always love and miss you Mr Thomson.
Goodnight my friend xxx
