I have a confession to make: I am not very good at sharing. I’m pretty abysmal at it, in fact. Thinking it’s the right thing to do, I try my best time and time again, but almost always end up wishing I hadn’t. My things are mine, I like things done a certain way (my way) and I cannot abide not being the boss in any given situation. Oddly enough, despite all this there are still some people who put up with me and are happy to have me as a friend.
The lovely Davinia is one of them. Davinia and I first became friends online back in the days when you needed an invite to join DeadJournal. Somehow, despite living on an island which “covers just over 300 km² in land area, making it one of the world’s smallest and most densely populated countries” (thanks, Wiki), we still managed to go some time without meeting each other in person. The first time I saw Davinia she had bleached blonde hair and, I’m sure she won’t mind me saying, a very small boyfriend whose head was too big for his body. We have been firm friends since the first rather bewildered look we shared on day one at University, more years ago than I care to admit. She has since upgraded to red hair and a much more suitably sized boyfriend.
Davinia has been there offering me a shoulder to cry on, an ear to bend or just another double vodka throughout the whole shebang: cheating boyfriends, crazy flatmates, family problems, Greek and Latin-induced tears… you name it. Keeping in touch was never really an issue when I left the rock and moved to Dublin back in May last year and we remained close. A week ago we once again became closer when Davinia jumped ship and moved to Dublin too. Not only do we live in the same area once again but now we also share a house.
Now, I have to get back to where I started this all off: I’m a bit of a selfish cow, no matter how hard I try not to be. What this means is, as thrilled as I am to have my best friend living with me, there’s a tiny little idiot (TLI) inside of me who is throwing a bit of a tantrum. I’ve been alone for quite some time now and TLI thinks that this means Dublin and the life I have worked hard to make for myself here ought not to be shared. Luckily, I know that TLI is in fact an idiot and so, Davinia, please bear with me when I have my grumpy moments and when I rearrange the cutlery and move the sofa back to just where I like it. I am really, really happy to have you here and hope you come to love the place as much as I do. And may we have many more stories to tell (and videos to laugh at) once the year is out 🙂
P.S. You owe me a game of Scrabble.