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Remember when… #3: A bittersweet trip to Bath

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Bath is a beautiful town. And I’m glad I got to spend just a couple of days taking in what I could. In this edition of Remember When… I’m going back to May, 2013. It was an emotional time for me. See, I was staring down the barrel of a long-distance relationship. What do you do in that situation? Well, go for a few days away to forget about things for a little while.

Remember when… #2: The first big holiday together

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It’s no secret that I like Google. And I like Google even more when it reminds me that seven long years ago I went on holiday to Barcelona to a lovely bunch of people.

SEVEN YEARS! When I saw that number I was a little shocked. Has it really been that long? The memories of that holiday are still so vivid. Starting with getting to the check-in desk at Luton airport and finding out that you accidentally forgot the first name of one of your closest friends. Sorry Mel! And having the shock of my life when the tire of your rental explodes in an underpass in the middle of the city. During rush hour.

Remember when… #1: I moved to Bahrain

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Excuse me while I attempt to kick-off something that might vaguely resemble a regular feature on this blog of mine.

I’m sentimental when it comes to memories. The Christmas we spent in Portugal with the least Christmas-y lunch ever. What Anish and I wore on our first date. The last meal I had with a bunch of guys, before we all went down separate career paths, after working together for a year. Going to my first convention and being part of that group.

I don’t let myself look back that often. Just occasionally. It’s the future you’ve got to look forward to. Here I’m going to let myself look back once a week. Or maybe every two weeks. (Let’s see how this goes, shall we?)