Is it March already?

How time flies. Seems like an age ago that I was in Scotland and since then I've been to Northumbria (which was bracing to say the least) and back. My landlord needs me out of the house by June. Which is good, I guess, cos it gives me something to aim for, but it's still a little scary. So much to think about. New job. New Start. New chapter in my relationship with H. I know I have the courage to take the steps, it's just making sure that the path doesn't crumble on the way across.