New Year, New Nu.

Welcome to 2012 and here's hoping for a happy new year. 

I love New Years day, I'm a complete child, but I adore the fact that I get to drive people mad with the 'I haven't (enter activity) since last year' all day...well for at least part of it. So far today, I can say 'I haven't drunk vodka since last year', I can say 'I haven't fought with my sister since last year' and I can say 'I haven't eaten chocolate since last year' (oh, I don't love that...must rectify immediately, where did I leave those Cadbury fingers?). 

A New Year, is like a new start. It's a clear conscience, and an eraser of last year’s bad memories. So, with that logic, I can say 'I haven't had my heart broken since last year', 'I haven't cried, since last year', and slightly more painfully 'I haven't had a husband since last year'.

Hmmm, Ok, so it doesn't erase memories, but it does give the opportunity to start again. Life is an adventure, and you never truly know what’s going to happen next. So, I've decided, if I can't look forward, I may as well leave some breadcrumbs when looking back. 

Sorry, where are my manners?

Hi, my name is Nu, I'm just about the on the younger side of 30, I am from the South East of England, and I live in a crumbling Victorian house that I love beyond belief. I have lived in my home, for the grand total of five weeks, but you know what? It's where I'm meant to be, and I never want to leave it. My best friend thinks that I am insane. I left a modern house that was structurally secure, for my new home, which has not only rising damp and cracked chimneys but also has crumbling ceilings. I loved this house from the moment I saw it; before I even set foot over the threshold, I knew it was where I was meant to be. 

Although I live alone, I don't live on my own. I live with my pride of cats, who I don't believe love our new home as much as I do; this logic is based on the room wrecking they achieve whilst I'm out at work. My cats tend to rule the roost. People say 'Dogs have masters, Cats have support staff' and you know what, it's totally true. They certainly know how to wrap me around their paws; with a 3:1 ratio, I am slightly outnumbered, so I guess I have to go with the majority rule. My god, I sound like a crazy cat woman.

I had my cat collection in my previous life. I don't mean past life, I mean, my world before my husband walked out. I'm not sure if my announcement of divorce reinforces or minimizes the 'crazy cat lady' title. I guess I'll leave that entry for you. 

There are many words in the English language that just aren’t pleasing to observe  – whether they are written down, spoken out loud...words like the mucus, phlegm and divorce.

You see out of the blue, my husband told me he was unhappy and that he had been sad for a long time...well it was a bit more than that...he told me that he was moving out, and when I say that he told me, I mean that he text me...my husband out of the blue, text me to say he wanted a divorce... the most ironic thing about the whole situation was that in the decade we had been together, he never had credit on his mobile.

To say I was shocked was little bit more than an understatement...divorce is something that happened to forty or fifty year olds, not twenty seven year olds, and yet there I was, heading towards the front of ‘divorcee hill’. We’d been together nine years; we had a house, the pride of cats, and an immense raspberry bush, and yet for the later part of 2011, I found myself ‘suddenly single’.

I had spent a third of my life being my husbands other half...we did everything together, and all of a sudden...it was just me. It was like that ‘stuck on you’ film when the twins are separated...they had been leaning on each other for so long, that take the other one away and you fall over...well I most certainly fell over.

Whilst I was down, I realised that there are three things in life that you really truly need to get through divorce, the first was Cadburys (copoious amounts of...preferably dairy milk...not the fruit and nut variety...don’t waste chocolate space with alien add ins), the second was my friends n family and the third... Bridget Jones, after all if she could do it, so could I (... those three things are not necessary in the right order, just so you know).

 After a while I got back up again, and although it hurt like hell and it took an almighty amount of aspirin, late night phone calls and a rainforest amount of tissues...I made it. I got my life back.

I have a new home and new life ahead of me. I plan to use this blog to capture my adventures, and maybe learn from my mistakes...although, to be honest, I've never been good at learning lessons, so I don't see that changing anytime soon.

So here it is - for the sake of Auld Lang Syne.