one year later

We had that date, and many more after that.

The last twelve months have flown by. Life is so good. Dean and I have been seeing each other since his return from Tanzania. Yes, we are very much in love, thank you very much. Though there has been talk of us moving in together, for now we both are enjoying our own independence. He has been on a trip with me, quite recently – any guesses who was on the crew with us? Danny, of course.

I always dreamed of celebrating New Year’s Eve in New York, and I finally got my wish this year. Spending New Year’s in Times Square with Dean and Danny and Bernadette was sensational.

Danny has easily embraced the fact that I am dating his brother, so much so that we bid for some trips together. It was actually Bernadette’s idea to do so.

All my stars must have been aligned this year, as I also had a Christmas at home this year. Dean and I had lunch with my family and dinner with his, including Danny and Bernadette. Dean is going to Tanzania again and has asked that I visit him during my holidays, which start soon. We are even planning to go on safari together in the Serengeti.

I put Helen on my staff-travel benefits, and she has done three shorter trips already. I think her husband is starting to regret the decision as Helen has really taken to the life of travel and fancy five-star luxury like a duck to water. In other news, I heard a rumour that Princess Gabrielle has apparently quit flying. Mary broke up with Mike, got back together with him, broke up again, made up, broke up, patched up and finally broke up for good – that is all I’ve heard this week at least.

Work is still as hard and as taxing on my body as it always has been. I still struggle with the jetlag, the fatigue, the dehydration, the illnesses and the bumps and bruises from working at 35,000 feet in an aluminum tube. Would I rather be doing something else?

Not a chance in hell.