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16/09/2007 - 6:10 p.m. Ten years of independenceIt's ten years to the day since I left home, left Sheffield, to go to uni in Bradford and have the brilliant, non-OCD, friend/boyfriend/pubbing/clubbing-filled life I felt I was missing out on. Today, when I think of what that slightly naive, sheltered 18-year-old would make of me now, the word that springs to mind is 'respect'. Massive absolute fucking respect. For being 'hardcore' with all my piercings, working in a place where they're not bothered, starting work at 8.30am (at the time, it was a struggle to get out of bed for that time!!), and for being so comfortable with the person I am, and loving the person I am. As that 18-year-old got used to being at uni and being, well, 18, I think she'd have been shocked that I still haven't have full sex yet, and that I'm single. As her impatience grew with comparing herself to others who had already had sex/boyfriends, she may look at my life and think, 'cool, but what took you so long to be happy?!?!' All in all, I firmly believe that who I am now is the 28-year-old woman that the 18-year-old girl would aspire to be. And that makes me feel proud of how far I have come in so short a time (since the start of the Plan). As to what took me so long to start loving, accepting, and trusting myself, I don't have an answer. All I do know is that I am now, and that's the most important thing. I tell you what, though, the 18-year-old me would have liked Tom very muchly... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And the best thing about today? Loads of my clothes from my student days now fit again. Yes, clothes I wore when I was eighteen fit me again. Especially ace is the gorgeous patchwork-print maxi skirt that I missed so much when I couldn't get into it. Had Sunday brunch at the Common Place after getting in some '97 food (nice and spicy niknaks and rice crispie squares, anyone?), then got a paper and went to the North Bar for a half of Liefmans Kriek (which is stronger than the bottled version in the supermarkets). Gorgeous yummy dark-haired slim bloke (whose name's Phil, I think) served me - looking at him while reading my paper. Imagined huggling him - he looks like a good huggler. Talking of hugs, got hugged (twice) by a group of Free Hugs people. I miss being hugged and huggled and held. Anyway, food and PARTAY and film!!!!!! Yvonne, you fucking rock. � Now it is one - 03/02/2008 RIP: The soul of Leeds - 18/01/2008 Happy new year and all that - 09/01/2008 Ten years of independence - 16/09/2007 Googlepops and Tom <3 - 08/09/2007 Notes Rings Always and forever a trashqueen |