My bad, it's been 2 months now (actually more but let's not mention the odd few weeks). For a little while there I got bored, lost, angry, confused, I dunno; all the feels that just didn't need the internet. Then I went on some adventures and had so much fun I forgot to share. Now I'm back, well I'll give it a try.
What do you need catching up on?
dunno
I went on holiday(s) for the first time since 19, I can now add Italy (Rome & Florence), Amsterdam and some little town called Canouville in Normandy to the list of places I've been.
We did another one of those massive youth events, this time in Chantilly (another excellent excuse for a weekend away...) and it was amazing yet again. I actually had a chance to catch up with the girls I spoke about before which was awesome.
Er, summer is here, kind of, so now work can include park trips again shifts seem much shorter. Also means there is more outdoor picnics, drinking, canal sitting and sun fun to be done and have.
Oh yeah, Easter happened (crap it's been a while) my first Easter away from home, could've sucked but I spent it in a lovely apartment with 17 people whom are pretty much the Parisian family; it was such a special day that left my heart so full that it even gave the Arding's a run for their money. I also cooked lamb for the first time; thank goodness for Australian friends who can tell you if it's cooked or not
There was a month of bank holidays, France gets all over them in May, like one a week. It was très bon, more time for holidays, sun fun and more recently dress shopping. Basically more time with loved ones less time at work, can't argue with that.
I think that's it, I should probably tell you about all my lovely travels, well it all started in Italy...
Rome to be exact, it's where Robyn is, Robyn used to be found in Aberystwyth but got all jelly about my new amazing life and went off to au pair in Rome. Well it was wonderful being reunited especially in such a beautiful city. Visiting someone who lives there meant I got a pretty cool deal, my first night finished at 7:30am thanks to jobs and knowing the right people (and whisky bars and men on motorbikes) I've decided the only real sober point was the Vatican (well done me) and definitely not my train to Florence (not so well done). Anyway it was 3 pretty ridiculous days but you know, when in Rome...
After Rome came Florence and a very long self date, yup never travelled solo before, not sure whether I would again but I did enjoy 48hrs of me time. Florence was just beautiful, I spent two days wandering, eating gelato, sitting on bridges and in churches. It was some what of a centering experience, I didn't have anyone to talk to except myself (in my head of course...) So I figured a lot of stuff out. I'm rubbish at being in my own company but I had to get used to it there. Did mean I ate a whole pizza to myself and got a relatively early night.
2 weeks after Italy I donned a yellow coat and took a (cold) night bus to Amsterdam with Sara. We also managed to convince Shelly and Caleb that Amsterdam for the weekend with us was a wonderful idea but Shelly came by train and Caleb was there a day early because he's an idiot. ANYWAYS Amsterdam was awesome; we stayed on boats, ate amazing food, drank all the coffee, wine, cocktails and whisky, got our culture in with Matisse and biked around the tulip fields. It was all just lovely (and yellow) Amsterdam is flipping beautiful, it felt odd going to another city and falling in love with it, but it's pretty special. Also holidaying with friends, man I forgot how fun it is, I need to do it more.
Another week and a bit in Paris then it was off to Normandy with a whole heap of us young adults from church. We stayed in the massive converted barn which was beautiful and big, and there was a hanging chair. It was in the countryside too, big open spaces, lots of space to explore (I even wrote a song about being on an adventure when Sara and I went on a "walk"). Then we went to the beach and we paddled and drank beer in the sun, I got so homesick for Aber, it reminded me that when my roots finally go down somewhere it won't be far from a beach. The next day we went to this lake thing and got pedel'eaus (geddit?) and then drank beer in the sun. Oh it was a happy time. And living in a house with all your buddies, so fun, I felt 15 again on pathfinder weekends away. There was even murder in the dark. Being home sucked, I did not enjoy waking up and eating breakfast alone. In fact the end of the holidays month sucked so some please book me a new one soon.
I'm back now though, last little stretch as a nounou, don't ask me what's next because I'm clueless right now. I'm pretty sure I know where God wants me but he's not making it easy. And then people have started to leave, but let's not talk about that because it'll make me sad all over again. Life feels in limbo right now, which does not make me happy. Not that life isn't happy because it is, since the sun came out Paris has been a babe. I am happy, I'm just not sure and I don't like being uncertain.
What do you need catching up on?
dunno
I went on holiday(s) for the first time since 19, I can now add Italy (Rome & Florence), Amsterdam and some little town called Canouville in Normandy to the list of places I've been.
We did another one of those massive youth events, this time in Chantilly (another excellent excuse for a weekend away...) and it was amazing yet again. I actually had a chance to catch up with the girls I spoke about before which was awesome.
Er, summer is here, kind of, so now work can include park trips again shifts seem much shorter. Also means there is more outdoor picnics, drinking, canal sitting and sun fun to be done and have.
Oh yeah, Easter happened (crap it's been a while) my first Easter away from home, could've sucked but I spent it in a lovely apartment with 17 people whom are pretty much the Parisian family; it was such a special day that left my heart so full that it even gave the Arding's a run for their money. I also cooked lamb for the first time; thank goodness for Australian friends who can tell you if it's cooked or not
There was a month of bank holidays, France gets all over them in May, like one a week. It was très bon, more time for holidays, sun fun and more recently dress shopping. Basically more time with loved ones less time at work, can't argue with that.
I think that's it, I should probably tell you about all my lovely travels, well it all started in Italy...
Rome to be exact, it's where Robyn is, Robyn used to be found in Aberystwyth but got all jelly about my new amazing life and went off to au pair in Rome. Well it was wonderful being reunited especially in such a beautiful city. Visiting someone who lives there meant I got a pretty cool deal, my first night finished at 7:30am thanks to jobs and knowing the right people (and whisky bars and men on motorbikes) I've decided the only real sober point was the Vatican (well done me) and definitely not my train to Florence (not so well done). Anyway it was 3 pretty ridiculous days but you know, when in Rome...
After Rome came Florence and a very long self date, yup never travelled solo before, not sure whether I would again but I did enjoy 48hrs of me time. Florence was just beautiful, I spent two days wandering, eating gelato, sitting on bridges and in churches. It was some what of a centering experience, I didn't have anyone to talk to except myself (in my head of course...) So I figured a lot of stuff out. I'm rubbish at being in my own company but I had to get used to it there. Did mean I ate a whole pizza to myself and got a relatively early night.
2 weeks after Italy I donned a yellow coat and took a (cold) night bus to Amsterdam with Sara. We also managed to convince Shelly and Caleb that Amsterdam for the weekend with us was a wonderful idea but Shelly came by train and Caleb was there a day early because he's an idiot. ANYWAYS Amsterdam was awesome; we stayed on boats, ate amazing food, drank all the coffee, wine, cocktails and whisky, got our culture in with Matisse and biked around the tulip fields. It was all just lovely (and yellow) Amsterdam is flipping beautiful, it felt odd going to another city and falling in love with it, but it's pretty special. Also holidaying with friends, man I forgot how fun it is, I need to do it more.
Another week and a bit in Paris then it was off to Normandy with a whole heap of us young adults from church. We stayed in the massive converted barn which was beautiful and big, and there was a hanging chair. It was in the countryside too, big open spaces, lots of space to explore (I even wrote a song about being on an adventure when Sara and I went on a "walk"). Then we went to the beach and we paddled and drank beer in the sun, I got so homesick for Aber, it reminded me that when my roots finally go down somewhere it won't be far from a beach. The next day we went to this lake thing and got pedel'eaus (geddit?) and then drank beer in the sun. Oh it was a happy time. And living in a house with all your buddies, so fun, I felt 15 again on pathfinder weekends away. There was even murder in the dark. Being home sucked, I did not enjoy waking up and eating breakfast alone. In fact the end of the holidays month sucked so some please book me a new one soon.
I'm back now though, last little stretch as a nounou, don't ask me what's next because I'm clueless right now. I'm pretty sure I know where God wants me but he's not making it easy. And then people have started to leave, but let's not talk about that because it'll make me sad all over again. Life feels in limbo right now, which does not make me happy. Not that life isn't happy because it is, since the sun came out Paris has been a babe. I am happy, I'm just not sure and I don't like being uncertain.
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