Oh Sam Sam Sam. How I love you so.
You’re just so awesome. You just ‘get’ me. One of the very few that are let in just a little bit more than most.
You’re someone I message when stuff happens, and the person I ring first thing on a Saturday when I’m not yet awake to talk about random shite or ask for advice or sympathy.
We love adventures and we love the outdoors. We love kit, and talking about kit. We love sleeping outside in fields with no tent, seeing the stars above when we go to sleep and feeling the dew on our faces when we wake up.
We love walking until we can’t walk no more, and cycling through fields with cows and no trails. We take paths with no end in sight, because they’re exciting.
We* love swimming in the sea and in rivers no matter how cold the water.
You keep me connected to the UK and make me feel valued and loved. You listen; you actually properly listen. You don’t try to fix things for me, because you know you can’t. You’re just there, holding space and sending me a hug, which is worth more than anything.
Now please move to New Zealand for adventures.
*You do. I’m not so keen. But I try.
The Paps Life 
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