This is a beginning, but not The Beginning that I'm going to write about. The Beginning that this blog will talk about is something I think a lot about. By 'The Beginning', I'm referring to something that I feel slowly happening to me - the start of my real adult life, the start of a lifelong relationship, the start of a family, the start of a career. At the same time, it feels like the end of something - the end of my real pre-adult life, the end of singlehood, the end of selfishness, the end of childhood, the end of directionless wandering.
As I write, I can't help but feel self-conscious. But fuck it! I find myself interesting. At least I have that in common with other bloggers. I'm a Brit. I'm 30. I live and work in Washingtion DC. I come from London. I live with my American girlfriend, Maria. We're serious about each other. I have a great crew of friends in London, and I miss them a lot. I'm very close to my family. I work in journalism and consultancy dealing with Middle East security. I'm a nerd - always was - I roleplay (you know, like Dungeons and Dragons), I play wargames, I daydream a lot and I love sci-fi and horror films. I'm very romantic. I like to break rules - I hate being told off. I used to be a workaholic, but now I'm a lazy bastard. I still have the expectation that I should be a big success, but I feel like I'm running out of steam. I run up against rules a lot - I find the moral codes and legal rules here in the US really infuriating. I like to travel to dangerous places. I'd probably have loved to be a spy - but like a lot of things, I never stuck with any one path for long enough to make it a reality.
I'm young, healthy, white, and well-educated - I have the luxury of choices. This blog is about those choices.