Five years

Yar. Here be cheese. 

What have you done in the last 5 years? Have you finished school? Uni? Maybe you’ve started a new degree or found a new job. How many jobs have you had? I’ve had 7. But then, I do get bored pretty easily.

5 years is both a long time and no time at all. People make 5-year plans because they are achievable. You can make reasonable goals, but they still feel significant. Because heck, 5 years! You can do so much in 5 years, right?

This blog is dedicated to the last 5 years. 5 years ago today, Boyfriend and I sat on a couch at a party and decided that the thing it was that we were doing was probably actually dating and that was cool with us. We fist bumped and then went back to the party.  In 5 years we have been to lots more parties, we’ve worked on shows together, and we’ve accidentally worn the same coloured shirt in public too many times. We’ve celebrated birthdays and Christmases, attended family events and gone to New Zealand together. I’ve finished a degree, and Boyfriend has gone back to uni and then finished a diploma to become a teacher.

But it’s not really what we’ve done in 5 years that matters, not when we’re getting all sentimental like this, no. It’s that we’ve done it together. We’ve done fun stuff and boring stuff and big stuff and small stuff. We’ve gotten excited about TV shows and movies together and we’ve tried to take an interest in each other’s interests (with varying degrees of success).

We’ve made decisions together and taken big scary risks together. In the last 5 years we’ve gone from two people who met in the student theatre company to a couple who decided to move to the country. Somewhere in there we started calling each other “partner” rather than “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”. Though, to outweigh the corniness of this somewhat, I for one, am usually thinking “howdy, partner” whenever I do that.

I didn’t always understand what people meant when they said relationships were hard work. “Hard work?” I thought, “they shouldn’t be work they should be awesome”. But they take work to make them awesome. But just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it’s not good (that’s what she said?) You have somebody else’s heart in your possession, and they have yours. You have to be careful, and considerate, you have to look after that heart and they have to look after yours.

 So 5 years. It’s not much, and yet it’s very much. Here’s to 5, 10, 15, many more.

I guess I don’t get bored THAT easily.