If life has taught me

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one thing over the last three years, it’s to be thankful for everything and to say thank you every day, for even the smallest things.  It is important to quite literally, voice ‘thank you‘ in your head, because I believe if you do this, the Universe takes care of you.

Today I have said thank you to:

The God of pedestrian crossings for making them all green man just as I approached, thus not being late for my 8 o’clock class and having time to get the much-needed, obligatory coffee en-route.

The God of good taxi drivers, for taking me the cheapest way possible, as requested, and not trying to flummux me with weird routes and rip me off.

The God of green lights for turning all the lights green whilst I was in the taxi on the way to Barcelona Norte station having wrongly gone to Sants in the first instance, therefore being in time to get the bus to Girona and not missing the plane to my much-needed weekend break.

The God of giving me too much change for the bus ticket to the airport.  This was my particular favourite God of today.

I have, however, not said thank you to any God for the sh*t Michael Jackson album playing on the bus. 

Paris bound

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My brain is already in the French capital………  (oui, oui, porquoi, mais où est le canard avec le chapeau vert?) – see?!

Bag(s) packed, yes

lady maintenance done and everything in good order, yes

knock-out Saturday night ensemble, yes

a Paris apartment, a man, a moped and two cases of champagne waiting for me on the other side.

CAN. NOT. WAIT.

 

Something profound

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…..is this life, this one, intense life we lead, the deepest ocean with fathomless depths, we find ourselves adrift on.   And as we, the piece of dead, dried husk from a palm or the solitary, leaf, fallen from the tree at the water’s edge…………….

ONLY JOKING!!! I’M GOING TO PARIS TOMORROW!!!!!  Whoop!

that is all.

I do sometimes wonder

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what it must be like on the other side.  You know, the house, the partner, the car, (the kids).

It’s all very well and good being single, independent and nipping off to Wales, or London or Paris or Mexico and having complete freedom to do what you want, when you want and not having to consider anyone else. EVER.  It’s great being able to say I’m the owner of a drill and an automatic screwdriver and I’m very proud that I can lift and carry and construct furniture by myself (and with my Ikea +1) and paint and move countries and look for flats, buy houses and decorate and put shelves up (but sometimes not open jars, I concede).

But you know sometimes it’s exhausting doing all that and you just want someone else to decide what’s for tea and to go to sleep in their arms.