Just a quick one, my boyfriend has surprised me with a trip to Paris for my Birthday! So very excited and impressed...him being a South African it takes a helluva lot of organising to get visas and stuff. But he managed it all without me knowing! Plus he got his lovely sister involved in the secret to make me take time off work without getting suspicious!
I feel like the luckiest girl ever. He's booked a boutique 4* hotel near the Arc du Triomphe. We have metro passes and museum passes, he's thought of everything! I've been to Paris before but have never been to the art galleries and museums like the Musee D'orsay and the Rodin Museum. And i've never been with someone i love...
He's definitely a keeper. But don't worry, you won't need to go and buy a hat just yet, he's promised not to propose on our trip...i have to meet his Mum first :-) (his words, not mine and considering she lives in Australia, it ain't gonna be any time soon)
my love life has done such a turn around i can't quite believe it - I've never been so happy!
ok enough of the cringey, mushy stuff. If you're still reading then i salute you.
x
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Friday, 10 September 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
NEWSFLASH - that thing called...
My knuckles have been rapped by the boyfriend as i haven't blogged since April. This is always the way with me, i find i have more time and inclination to write when something's going wrong or i'm bored rather than when i'm happy and busy. The same happens when i try and keep diaries and journals. If anyone read them they would seriously think i was a depressed, suicidal loon - and i want to keep that a secret!
My best friend got married last month. It was a truly amazing day, one which i will never forget and i'm so happy that Hannah chose me to be part of it. It was very special. Unfortunatley i'm such a wet blanket that i cried at every available opportunity. But that's not news, that's just me and i've realised that me being a soppy cow is just part of my personality. I used to be made to feel stupid for my tears, told to suck it up or "here come the waterworks", the thing is when i'm emotional (and that's sad, happy, overwhelmed, angry) i express it through tears. I guess i can safely say that i'm not dead inside and that i'm very in touch with my feelings.
Something i have realised though, is eveytime i've cried recently (in the last six months let's say)it has been through happiness. I mean yes, i probably was a bit sad at saying goodbye to my parents and pets when they moved from the village i grew up in, to live in Portugal permanently. It's hard saying goodbye to a life that no longer exists. And it's hard knowing that they aren't where they always were. I guess in a way it feels as though my safety net has gone. But more than that, i'm so, so proud of my parents. They're so brave and i think they're a bit of an inspiration. They've made their dreams come true and they've worked damn hard to get where they are now. It's hard for them too, and i know not a day goes by without them thinking about their daughters and hoping we're safe.
And i am. Safe i mean. As far as i can be. So the tears are ones of joy really, and admiration.
I feel pretty settled at the moment. That could be down to the fact that i've had the same job for almost six months (and the same man) and i've signed up to another six months in Stokey. Or maybe i finally feel at home in London. Or perhaps now i've realised that London is my home. It's a nice feeling, but things are going to change. They have to. It's just the way the world works, and i'm not scared by that. On the contrary, i'm excited by it. Especially if it means moving in with the new man ;-)
I've got sooo much to look forward to this summer and most of it is down to him. I can't believe how lucky i am, to have snared a sexy South African dude who brings out only the best in me, who my friends and family love and who loves me. That's right, NEWSFLASH! I'm in that thing called Love! And it's great!!!
My best friend got married last month. It was a truly amazing day, one which i will never forget and i'm so happy that Hannah chose me to be part of it. It was very special. Unfortunatley i'm such a wet blanket that i cried at every available opportunity. But that's not news, that's just me and i've realised that me being a soppy cow is just part of my personality. I used to be made to feel stupid for my tears, told to suck it up or "here come the waterworks", the thing is when i'm emotional (and that's sad, happy, overwhelmed, angry) i express it through tears. I guess i can safely say that i'm not dead inside and that i'm very in touch with my feelings.
Something i have realised though, is eveytime i've cried recently (in the last six months let's say)it has been through happiness. I mean yes, i probably was a bit sad at saying goodbye to my parents and pets when they moved from the village i grew up in, to live in Portugal permanently. It's hard saying goodbye to a life that no longer exists. And it's hard knowing that they aren't where they always were. I guess in a way it feels as though my safety net has gone. But more than that, i'm so, so proud of my parents. They're so brave and i think they're a bit of an inspiration. They've made their dreams come true and they've worked damn hard to get where they are now. It's hard for them too, and i know not a day goes by without them thinking about their daughters and hoping we're safe.
And i am. Safe i mean. As far as i can be. So the tears are ones of joy really, and admiration.
I feel pretty settled at the moment. That could be down to the fact that i've had the same job for almost six months (and the same man) and i've signed up to another six months in Stokey. Or maybe i finally feel at home in London. Or perhaps now i've realised that London is my home. It's a nice feeling, but things are going to change. They have to. It's just the way the world works, and i'm not scared by that. On the contrary, i'm excited by it. Especially if it means moving in with the new man ;-)
I've got sooo much to look forward to this summer and most of it is down to him. I can't believe how lucky i am, to have snared a sexy South African dude who brings out only the best in me, who my friends and family love and who loves me. That's right, NEWSFLASH! I'm in that thing called Love! And it's great!!!
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
the age old question
What is love? Is it Commitment, ardour, liking, fondness, affection, friendship?
Is it companionship? Is it spending time with someone because you want too or because there is no one else? Does it mean feeling less alone? Or are we all alone? Does love mean that there is no one else that makes you feel so good? Or is it more than that? Is it devotion, passion, attachment? Is there a true love? How do we know when we have found the one and only? Is there a one and only? How do we know that there isn’t some one more perfect, more passionate, more romantic and more caring in the next city, or country or maybe just round the corner from where we work? Do we ever know for certain if we are in love?
What is the difference between being in love with someone and just loving someone? Is loving someone harder when all the butterflies and silly giddiness have dissipated? When reality kicks in hard, do we stop being in love with someone and start to just love? Is being in love really being in lust?
How long is being in love meant to last? 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days? If it lasts longer does that mean that you’ll be happier when you just love your partner? Is being in love something that society expects and everyone has to aspire to it? Is it essential, like air is to breathe, that we fall in love? Is it a human need that no other mammal or being experiences? In that case is it just some weird chemical in the brain that separates us from animals, which ultimately doesn’t mean anything?
Can we die from a broken heart?
Is it companionship? Is it spending time with someone because you want too or because there is no one else? Does it mean feeling less alone? Or are we all alone? Does love mean that there is no one else that makes you feel so good? Or is it more than that? Is it devotion, passion, attachment? Is there a true love? How do we know when we have found the one and only? Is there a one and only? How do we know that there isn’t some one more perfect, more passionate, more romantic and more caring in the next city, or country or maybe just round the corner from where we work? Do we ever know for certain if we are in love?
What is the difference between being in love with someone and just loving someone? Is loving someone harder when all the butterflies and silly giddiness have dissipated? When reality kicks in hard, do we stop being in love with someone and start to just love? Is being in love really being in lust?
How long is being in love meant to last? 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days? If it lasts longer does that mean that you’ll be happier when you just love your partner? Is being in love something that society expects and everyone has to aspire to it? Is it essential, like air is to breathe, that we fall in love? Is it a human need that no other mammal or being experiences? In that case is it just some weird chemical in the brain that separates us from animals, which ultimately doesn’t mean anything?
Can we die from a broken heart?
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