I wish I could convey the feelings that come over me when I finally find something I've wanted for a long time. For me its like having a ten year old jigsaw puzzle with one bit missing, and finding the last piece in a cardboard box under a moldy old sock, while looking for something else entirely.
I'd like to think that all the bits I'm missing in my life will turn up sooner or later. I seem to have faith that things will sort themselves out in their own time, and when the smallest things do, I feel that the world is suddenly a better place for it happening.
Some days are better than others; some days it's hard to believe that these things or people will come through, but regardless the song remains the same.
Eight years ago I finally found the watch I love - the last watch I'll ever want or need. As far as the whole watch thing goes I'm sorted. The list slowly gets crossed off and the small gaps in my life get filled.
Niamh could not have known the significance of the amp she tramped back home for me. Twelve years in the making - I wouldn't accept it was here until I opened the package.
"You better make all the bloody right noises", she said, as I opened the box.
The strains of the story around the amps trek south were there to be heard - how she almost left it in Dubai, how she was screened by madmen security staff. White noise to my ears. Soon to be folklore, a story to be sure - she didn't realize that this amplifier was one more piece in the puzzle - a part in which she is now intrinsically linked forever.
God love her - if she wasn't already blissfully married I would have got down on one knee right there and then.
Amp: all sorted. Life - well, best not mentioned :)