Bubble dreams.

So what have I been up to on the sunny island, as promised, photos. Weekends are mostly spent cooking up a storm in the kitchen (oh, I have stories about macaroons), and general lazing around. The rainy days take alot of energy out of us for some reason. More to come, as soon as I drag the camera out of the house.

Funny story...

So, I haven’t actually taken any photos since coming back to the sunnyisland. Not entirely sure why, maybe it’s wayyy too hot to do anything else besides veg out in an airconditioned room, or it’s just too much trouble to carry the camera out. I’ve stayed at home heaps too, doing general cleaning and also throwing (alot) of things out. I think the hardest part so far is trying to make this place feel a bit more like home. It’s coming together slowly, but surely. I’m also trying to get my photos up on my walls, proving to be quite a challenge, but when it all comes together, I will definitely take some photos. It’s already week 2 back here and so much has happened, I will on reveal as much.

To make up for the lack of photos, I will take some over the next few days and get some up on this space as soon as I can!

Thinking...

I’m beginning to think that I need a really massive work table. My space now is way too small, the moment I plonk my laptop and my screen, there is absolutely no more space for harddisks and even mouse space. Anyone with any ideas for big workspaces in tiny rooms?! Yes, I work and sleep in the SAME place. 

The 3 seconds.

I must say that the past few days have been rather fruitful in terms of running errands and just catching up on the week that I missed out. I’m blessed with friends who go out of the way for you and pull out hours of their day just to be with you to watch you pack and whinge about the numerous things that you’ve accumulated over the past six years. Well, it’s not all just about that; I love that I can walk this season of my life with like-minded friends.

Tonight, we did what we did best; we sat, we talked, we did something silly. I’m not sad to leave, because for one, I am coming back, and I would never, for anything/one in this world, trade any of you and the treasured seasons we’ve had/will have.

We have more seconds, minutes, hours, days to write more verses, choruses, pages and chapters.

(I cereally is no emos. I juz wanna makse you all is crys. xoxo)

Fresh feeling.

Seven days away, I’m back into the spin of real life. It’s a little bit crazy to suddenly get thrown back into this whirlpool of emails and phone calls. I nearly forgot what it’s like to wear nice clothes again, without having to recycle merino thermals and wear numerous layers just to fight the cold, and the blessing to be able to have steaming hot showers without having to feel guilty about others not having enough hot water to shower later on. 

New Zealand has always had a special place in my heart. The mountains and lakes and gorgeous skies never fail to amaze me every time I go back; it is literally breathtaking. I still feel extremely small as we drive up those mountains, at the mercy of rocks and rivers all around us.

I spent a few days riding the snow capped mountains, and the views from the top were absolutely stunning, as always. Although I’ve caught a cold from there, I’ve come back with refreshed wonderment, and a will to pull through the next few months.

Locked.

So as I locked my door for the last time, leaving the house mostly bare, and soul-less, it all felt surreal. I couldn’t imagine how I could/would ever leave this place, for good. The car-ride, injected with a playlist of emo music didn’t help either, but I was glad for the company.

Now I am officially home-less and unemployed, but it’s okay. I have you all. You made home what it was/is.

Off the NewZealand tomorrow for some time-out and some snow lovin’.

Be good! xoxo

Chapters.

It’s time to write the end of a chapter once again.This one seems to be the saddest one really. I’ve had amazing times in this place and I hate how we always seem to have the leave the best parts of life behind while you move on to something else. You all know how hard it is for me to leave and if I could, you know I would stay.

In the past couple of years, I’ve found friends, with whom I can chase dreams with, however ridiculous those dream might be. We’ve learnt together, that life is stupid and as long as we have each other, we don’t really need anything else.

And home, you have been my shelter and my refuge. I will remember every corner that we’ve sat in to let our ideas run free, rested in, and have had the times of our lives.

You guys are the best part of me, and you will always have my love for you and for the memories and crazycrazy dreams we have.

Always run, always break free.
You will be the best you can be.

Here’s to closing chapters.