“Happiness don’t drag its feet, and time moves faster than you think…” – Kip Moore, Hey Pretty Girl
What a whirlwind 2015 has been so far. All I can give is a bad poem to express just how baffled I am at the fact it is already MARCH:
Time is flying
Spring is near
And although Christmas feels like yesterday,
We are already ¼ into the year…
As usual I set way too many resolutions for myself, and ended up forgetting to remember what the majority of them were. But 2k15 to date has been marked by a sort-of-productive new me… being chased by deadlines, getting lost with Murakami in the Wind Up Bird Chronicle, smashing my phone to pieces, resisting the urge to cut my fringe andddddd… getting away to magical Spain -which went on to mark the most beautiful adventures of the year so far…
Even though I totally intended to keep a travel diary during this trip, I managed to forget my pretty travel notebook and the perfectionist in me said that nothing else would do…As such, it looks as if all of our blue skied memories of little orange towns (Seville) and castles in the clouds (Granada) will be left to forever float about in a tapas-infused picture paradise; framed with giant churros, sprinkled with sunshine and last but not least, drizzled in the thickly melted creamy decadence that the Spanish pass off for ‘hot chocolate’ (no complaints here)…
Needless to say, this trip really wouldn’t have been what it wasn’t for my partner in (crime) and travel… Jessie! Thank you for being so super organized, for never complaining when the 100329382th picture still wasn’t right, for also having witnessed Juan Jr (LOL) – for the Taylor Swift sung songs, the long walks, that 1kg of giant strawberries you picked up from the fish market; for always letting me order way too much goats cheese with dinner… and for always saying hell yes to round 2 of chocolate and churros, bakeries for breakfast, or fro-yo on the kerbside. And P.S: I’m still sorry I made us take that 2 hour ‘detour’ in search of the snow capped mountains that never did get any closer… You are the best.
Going away for 5 days is kind of weird; when you get back –you get that ‘long break’ feeling, as if something mildly significant should have changed while you were away… but it quickly dawns on you that next Saturday hasn’t even come around yet. Everything is still the same; the only difference is that you are refreshed and ready to pick up where you left off on a fresh tank of energy; a giant exhale. Short breaks are such a treat and I am so grateful for having had such a smooth + safe time away!
Now all I’ve got to do is get through March; I believe Easter this year will happen precisely 5 days into April? I cannot lie: I am literally counting down the days until I may once again sandwich a whippy mound of peanut butter between 2 slices of wholegrain-jammy goodness. In other words: LENT IS HARD AND I’M TRYING TO HIDE HOW CRAZY THIS ABSISTENCE IS ACTUALLY MAKING ME. Did any of you guys give anything up for it? Or even better, does anyone have any tips for surviving w/out peanut butter?! The struggle is getting more and more real every day.
Hope you are all well X