Munch

The first thing she said to me today - 'Are you having fun?'

With a sense of concern in her voice.  It's hard to describe how that sort of thing reassures me and cheers me up.  Another couple of things that help me out are when she says, whenever I have the hint of a meltdown, that everything will be alright, everything will work out.  And the thought that even when she is too busy to actually talk to or message me, she is thinking of me.  Which she has actually said before, it's not just my overactive imagination.

So, yes, actually had a munch Here, or at least in the region.  And have another one scheduled tomorrow, but on today's one.  Was nice.  Met a few new potential friends, and was a lunch at a cafe, so it was nice.  No kink on show, unless you were listening in on some of the conversations too closely.  Most of the conversations were everyday topics.  Was good to get out of the house and be in a group - and, dare I say it, to be in a group and out and about, and away from a pub.  Not that I have done too much pubbing lately either, but you know what I mean.

That part of the region was hit by a natural disaster several months ago, and hit hard.  Was talking to one of the new friends, who had lost almost everything, and had been thinking of things she had forgotten she had lost from the time of the disaster to until a month ago.  I was in full listening mode today, rather than putting my life story out there myself, and it made me think, the whole stressing about moving There and wondering whether the relationship situation will work, is actually small beer in the whole things to stress about jackpot.  A bit of perspective perhaps was needed.

Accentuate the positive, indeed.