I wanted to make the point. even though I doubt it needs to be made, that if you don’t live through the crap and really hit a low then you cant appreciate enough when things are going well.
I wouldn’t swap one moment of my time in that city refered to in the low point post with her for anything in the world. It was posatively a fantastic time until I blew it all to hell.
Equally, although my memories of that time in Dundalk aren’t as posative, I learned too much about my self to ever want to take it away. Yeah, I was trampled on, taken advantage of and all that kind of stuff but moving away was the kick in the right direction I needed to really take responsibility for things.
It’s been fun hasn’t it?
Now, what to write about next!