...and what can I say? It is hard to believe that it is 5 long years already since I was forced to start this little experiment as part of one of my university modules as a second year journalism student. Just like homework, I avoided having to write on here when I could like the plague, or Ebola, which would seem a much more suitable and newsworthy metaphor right now!
But here we are. So, what's new I hear you ask?
Well 5 years on and really all has changed, but yet everything is exactly the same. The perfect contradiction.
The dream to be a reporter jetting across the world chasing the biggest, juiciest stories, breaking the news, providing the expert analysis of situations? It never happened. There is no luxury pad in Soho or Salford Quays. Instead I still live at home with the family, in sleepy little Kirkham. But I wouldn't change a thing.
If you had asked me where I imagined myself to be in 5 years time, back in 2009, plastering kitchens would have been the last place I would have seen myself. But then again, all that time ago I was very much a different person.
In the intervening period I have grown, I have matured. I have experienced the world that little bit more. I have found love. I have found a passion. And I have got rid of the spots at long, long last! (Win!)
Yes, five years on things are looking pretty damn good from where I am standing. It was actually my girlfriend who planted the seed for me to reopen this blog and try to rekindle my love of opinion pieces and writing in general, so you can all blame her for this waffle!
But please, do return, as this time I hope to keep up the writing. Which probably means you will never see another post on here from me again...we will see. That's the thing about life, you never really know what is going to happen next, I certainly didn't 5 years ago, and I am none the wiser now. But one things for sure, I wouldn't change a thing.
Rob.
Thanks to Moll, for getting my bum in gear to write again! :P