From Sun, sex and sangria to bills, stress and Ikea.
I’m here over a month now and finally settling in. It’s taking me a while to get into the Spanish mode of life and adapt to the new routines. It feels like I’m getting enough work done even though I have no day job to go to.
It’s hard to accept that I now live here. Permanently. I only ever saw Spain as a place to go for Holidays or to visit my girl but now it’s the real word. Things with her are still deadly and as always in a relationship it moves into new levels. One minute you’re banging on Kev’s couch in Dublin and the next thing you know you’re arguing in Ikea in Spain.
I remember waiting for her in a doctors waiting room and thinking, ‘Wow, we’re a real couple now’.
It’s those things that define a relationship, when all the romance is wrung out like a wet towel and you’re lugging the shopping home from Lidl in the rain, it’s the real deal. For better and for worse I suppose.
Right I’m off to rub one out on the terrace. Thats another sign of maturity, theres a neighbour who comes out topless the odd time and I’m completely uninterested. Far cry from 5 hour daily stake outs back in Tallaght trying to get a glimpse.