The smile that never drops/The love that never ceases.

After two weeks of fun, Ashley left my house on the 8th of January. It was sad, but thanks to Heathrow's Terminal 3 check in desks it kinda softened the moment of her leaving. We both agreed that with each year of us flying back to our respective countries, it's becoming easier but the sadness still lies within. I cried when I got home, just as I stepped into my room - and it wasn't because of the mess left within my room (the masses of empty Twix wrappers or packaging stuff). It's like you can see where your loved one has walked around. And the smell. Don't even get me started on it - it's just such a wonderful feeling, like your whole body kinda tingles and a thousand memories come back. It's one of the better things the brain is good at doing - remembering the good times over the bad, because the bad things can be tossed away without any consideration.

My year is just beginning: I've been making plans to get a job/get out of the country/get the fuck out of Luton and just live in London for a week/planning my screenplay (which is coming along just dandy, I'm already feeling the pain of it). It should be an interesting year, and I'm just getting started for it.

And my birthday is around the corner - the big 22. As my friend told me in an email today - "it's only goes down hill from here" haha. But I can't wait for some reason, even though I don't feel or look like a 22 year old. Guess it's the whole pushing myself forward bit, to get my life started finally.

Hope you're all well.