Jetlag

It's 4am and i have been fighting sleeplessness since midnight. Time to give up the battle and blog!

Gosh, It's been a long time friends hasn't it? I've been away, eating croissants, shoving more art into my head than i could handle and spending a giddy week with Welsh in his mother land.

Paris was amazing. I am sure i am the first person to ever think that. Between the Louvre and designer second hand stores, the beautiful people and the city scape at night, macaroons and Mon Cherie, i well and truly fell in love with France.
It is just so visually stunning. I cannot work out if the people are so beautiful because they are around beautiful things all their lives, or if they surrounded themselves in beauty to reflect themselves. What came first? The Chic or the Eiffel? Either way, the man made magnificence of the place is truly one of a kind. Get thee to France!!
I met Mona and Venus, saw a handful of Matisses and Picassos, drank champagne with breakfast in the countryside and coveted every single outfit worn by every single french woman i saw.

Wales is the opposite. It is dominated by broad brush stokes of natural beauty. The landscape is so rugged, so obvious, so 360 degrees of impossible greens. In the distance you watch rolling hills and light dancing on the water then you look down at wild violets and baby lambs by your feet.
And of course, Wales in where Welsh comes from. It was mind blowing to see him there and this synergy, this snowball of falling in love with Wales and falling more in love with Welsh, and loving Wales because of Welsh and Welsh because of Wales, swept me though a week of sleeping in, country walks, endless cups of tea and meeting the entire population of his village. His family is gorgeous. His friends generous and kind. Our house is millions of years old with creaky floorboards and a stream on just the other side of the fence.
I have two homes now and i am itching to get back there and take my finger off the pause button of our lives together.

Melbourne is also great and I am happy to have six weeks of coffee with my friends, hugs with my niece and nephew, goodbye dinners with my family and hundreds of conversations and moments that I will file away in my heart for the year to come.

goodnight. xxx

Leaping.

Hi everyone!

How is everyone? It's a beautiful day isn't it? It really is.

So last night Welsh got on (another) plane and went away (again.) This time it's a more permanent move based on the fact that he cannot work in Australia and just hanging about on a tourist visa for the last month, was doing both of our heads in. Unemployed boyfriend=me never wanting to go to work and him wanting to annoy me for attention when i didn't.

It's been a chaotic relationship. Sometimes one foot in and one foot out as we tried to wrangle the immigration department, housemates, jobs as well as the whole getting to know each other thing and doing fun stuff like ice skating and going on a boat. It's been six months of wondering if we are really doing this, sizing each other up out of the corner of our eyes and considering if this is it. You know, it, it. Two funerals, a trip to thailand, a couple of resignations and a divorce party later, we have uncovered our answer.

And it is YES. Is he the person I want to be with right now? Yes. 5 years from now? Yep. 20 years from now? Well...probably. I don't even know if i want to be with myself in 20 years.
The point is, the answer is yes. This is it. The big love.

I am moving to Wales in June. I'm going to live in a village with the love of my life and write a book. I'm going to wear gum boots and whinge about the weather. I'm going to eat dinner at the local pub and chase sheep around the paddocks.

So here's to faith and crossing the ocean to give love my best shot.
Here's to leaping.