I am happy to report that the boy and I are still going strong. Before moving to London, the people in my life were probably most concerned with the eventuality of our relationship, over the outcome of my career and abode. The boy is a favourite amongst my people, and as my best friend says to me, I am very lucky to have him. That's right, my best friend tells me that I am the lucky one. Clearly she's keeping me grounded.
To be fair, I don't blame my friends & family for being curious. After four and a half years of being in a steady, happy relationship, why in earth would I move three hours away from my beloved? The answer... because he let me. Not in the scary, I was chained up prior to the move, way. But in the sense, he doesn't hold me back.
Since before we were 'exclusive', the boy knew the deal. After drama school, I was London bound. It's a natural path for an actor; not a necessary one, but certainly one that helps keep you connected to your industry. So career, was essentially the reason. That and the fact that once I make a plan, I keep it.
So here I am, living in London Zone Two; making the trip to Cardiff one weekend a month and hosting the boy down my neck on the woods another weekend. It works out we see each other every twelve days, with the world of text, telephone, & face time aiding us in staying connected the remaining days. To be brutally honest and a tiny bit smug, it's easy. As I've said to my friends; if shit hits the fan, sure I'll come back to my boy. But if history is anything to go by, the boy and I are pretty good for the long haul. The best friend is right, I'm very lucky to have him.
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