But even then I guessed that my partner in crime would be a friend for life.
Little did I know that my weekend job would inspire my future career. He made me laugh on my very first shift and we were inseparable from that moment on, always slinking off on our breaks with bottles of half-finished wine and tasting each course, "just to make sure that it's OK for the customers". I met him at my first Saturday job, waitressing at his Dad's restaurant.
Nicki's my oldest friend, but Tom was my closest. It got so bad that I stopped wanting to see my closest friends – even a night with Nicki would result in a fight.īut the worst sacrifice I made was losing contact with Tom. If I went out without him I'd have to 'forget' my phone to avoid getting fifty arsey texts and having to reassure him that no, I hadn't danced with any guys, and yes, it was a crap night without him. He'd always been jealous, but the further we grew apart, the more suffocating his possessiveness became. Now that I've finally bagged a serious job, it's time to have a place of my own as well. I've craved this opportunity for so long that I don't mind forking out the extra rent for a studio flat. I've been couch surfing ever since I moved out and it feels incredible to finally have my own space. To a stranger, it might look pathetic, but to me it's perfect.Īfter a relationship that should have ended a lot sooner, I finally broke up with my boyfriend of three years three months ago. This is my new studio flat containing everything that I own in the world. A second hand sofa acts as a divide between the 'bedroom' and the 'kitchen', consisting of a coffee table, three deep purple floor cushions (borrowed from the café where I work) and a 1970s kitchenette that I can't wait to repaint. A bed, two stacks of books and a bulging clothes rail make this half of the flat look overcrowded already. The plant that Nicki bought me as a moving in present sits next to an empty bottle of Cava and two ancient champagne flutes, remnants of our celebrations last night. Propping a photograph on the window ledge by my bed, I glance round at my new flat.