Last year I was lucky
enough to go travelling with my (then) other half which was honestly one of the
best opportunities and experiences you can ever have. Nothing says true love like waking up with bed bug bites all over and an armpit fresh from a night without air con in your face. When people ask, we tell the romantic “how
we met” story that was a deserted island in Vietnam; he was the island bear, I was the
innocent half Asian who he tried to seduce with moonlight skinny dipping, a
bowl of Pho and eventually a Zac Efron movie... yeah, yeah you get the picture.
And yes of course it’s ridiculously romantic to run away around the other side
of the world with a hunky American. And yes, look at all the great places we
went to... HOWEVER, (and I do not let this dilute how magical it all was) there’s
something those romantic novels don’t tell you about. And anyone who has lived
with their other half can vouch for it. Living with the other half, especially twenty
four hours a day, seven days a week, it’s enough to drive anyone a little
barmy. (well mainly if you’ve been stuck with me) You’ve got to find your FLOW.
It’s not like those romantic weekends away to the countryside in your little
convertible MG, no... SHIT GETS REAL.
So here are
the brilliant, and not so brilliant things I enjoyed about being with my other
half TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY....
