I know a lot about stress and coping and making the best of what hand is dealt to you.. I learned it at a very young age. When I was seven years old, I went through a very traumatic situation that miraculously only scared me in small ways. I don't talk about it and very few people beside my own family know it... and I'm fine with that. I don't want to remember it, I was immensely lucky and I survived it.

Ever since we left the Honest2Goodness market in Glasnevin last November, Alan and I have been itching to settle the My Mexican Shop a little. When we started the shop we thought, sure what could be so hard? it's only an online shop!! By God we were so wrong and if we knew then what we know now, we would have certainly thought the whole thing twice!

I thought long and hard about this posting... stared at the blank page for a long time. I've been wanting to tell you all for weeks about this, but I couldn't. I've been bursting with excitment for a month and I had to keep it under wraps. This was a real killer for me, but we had agreed to wait till it was all official and that was that! The last week was torture, but now that it's all done and official, I simply don't know how to go about to tell you! So, I'm going to spit it out plain and simple:

I met John in college nearly eleven years ago. We were both mature students: so awkward amongst all those seventeen year olds who hung around the campus, so out of place and a little lost. It was no surprise that we were sort of drawn to each other. Within a week we were hanging out between classes, exchanging ideas and chatting and laughing at our misfortunes in the classroom, trying to cope with assignments, exams and giving out about lecturers. Life in college was good because he was there. We were inseparable in college and once we finished, we remained friends ever since.