There are people who have been here seven years. Seven fucking years.
Hearing that and really registering it as the truth has led to some uncomfortable soul searching. I might never see Nassau again. I might never see
Anne again. Not that our marriage was in a fantastic place when I left. She is likely very happy with Max.
With that in mind I've signed up for something called speed-dating, which I gather is where you meet people, with the possibility of hitting it off and pursuing romance. There's a certain someone that I'm hoping will be there, but I'm keeping an open mind. A very open mind. A very, very open mind.
I ticked the open that matched me with men as well as women. Let's see how that goes, I suppose. You only live once and all that.