It seems crazy to think that I moved out of my mum’s spare room (for what I hope is the last time!) and into my little house a year ago today. Back then I was living with a house mate, had just adopted Poppy and was in the early stages of my relationship with Ben.
Here we are, 366 days later, and I’m still living in my little sanctuary of bricks and mortar, but with my (mainly furry) family and my best friend in the world – Ben. We are gradually making our house a home and I’m starting to feel like my future has really begun.
People always say that 30 is the age your life really starts to come together and, I have to admit, I’m inclined to agree.