....Yay!

So, I got his best friend A to send out a round robin email on my behalf (seeing as A has everyone's email addresses) and told them to meet at 8pm at his local on Thursday. Plan being that I'll try to drag him to the bar for 8.30... Now I'm just nervous that everyone will turn up and also I hope J is up for a drink on thursday, or even worse that he doesn't cancel seeing me! I am so thrilled and so excited to be organising this for him because I know he's going to love seeing his friends before he leaves as I know how much they mean to him. Also the response from his friends on their RSVPs has all been really positive so fingers crossed it'll all fall into place.

One of the replies to my blog from last night was from sidejump who said that she had been reading through my previous posts and wasn't sure whether the surprise idea was a good one, based on things I had previously written. It got me thinking...

I think I am probably guilty of only blogging about the bad times. I think this is because for most people, when things are hitting a rough patch, it's nice to be able to treat other people as a sounding board: am I doing the right thing, is this acceptable, what shall I do next, has anyone been in this position before, should I walk away, am I being taken for granted? It's reassuring to read others' comments and advice. However when things are going well then I think I for one am guilty of not talking about this, probably because I think it'd make a boring post! So, I'd like to correct this:

For the last few weeks, things have been really good. J's even been to stay at mine a couple of nights and has met my housemates. His parents have invited me to join them as J's partner at a posh do in May, and in return my dad has even asked me if J would like to come with us to another do in the summer! We've been on nights out with his friends and one Friday I even had the day off for a bit of lazy 'us time' which was brilliant.

And now, so soon, he is leaving to go 90 miles away. Not the end of the world I'll admit but still in all selfish honesty I'd prefer if it wasn't happening. I've booked the day off on Friday to help him with his packing up his London flat and he said he'd like it if I travelled down to the new place with him and stay a night or two. We've also had 'the talk' about the fact that now we have come to this bridge how are we going to cross it; he said he was definitely 'in' on this relationship and wants us to be together. I don't know how much more I could ask for right now considering I have to understand he will need the time and support to settle in to his new home, city and job.

And so it falls to me, as the supportive girlfriend, to do everything I can to help him. If I am brutally honest, by planning this leaving do, it allows me to forget for a moment that in just three short days my brilliant boyfriend is not going to be a short tube ride away; that he can't just pop to meet me for lunch or after work; and that seeing each other is going to mean planning the time and making the effort. The Stella who started this blog a year ago would have been beside herself with worry as to what would happen and how things would turn out. But if a year of living in this crazy city has taught me anything, it's the cliche that whatever life throws at you, you have just got to find a way of getting on with things. You've got to roll with it.

Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end.