I do like talking to you. You’re a smart person and you look at situations very similar to me. You’re a good person and you definitely can do eight months there, stop looking at what’s home and start looking at what you haven’t seen!! Straight away I saw you had it in you to go far. Like I always say, life is only memories. I owe you a lot, I may have helped you but you have helped me see what I actually want to do. Thankyou.
—I meant to blog this a little while ago, a text message I recieved a while back. Everytime I feel shit about leaving home, this is what I think of. Stuart, I know you keep saying that there’s no thanks necessary, but I really do want to thank you immensely. I don’t think you understand how much you’ve been able to talk me out of my shitty UK-hating moods, or just how much you’ve made me believe that I can do this, and that’s a big thing. So, once again, thankyou. I really hope everything works out for you too, and that I’m happy to talk to you anytime you need it too. As much as you tell me you’re not a good guy, I think you can be. Sometimes. Very rarely. ;)
