The new family home

I know I have done this time and time before, but this time it's a little different. When we were younger, because of my father's job, we moved around the UK a few times, it was all positive as it was all promotions and new opportunities for him, every move we made it was something new and exciting. A new bedroom, a new school, a new place to discover.

We moved to York in 1991 and they stayed there till 2009, as much as I never really noticed or thought about it, that house became a part of the family and when it came to them selling it, I was more upset then I had imagined. I understood, my sister and I were grown up, we have moved south to London for work, they had the villa in Portugal where they spent most of their time and had a social life, so it made sense to sell such a big house, and downsize. But I guess I will always cherish the 18 years in Wenlock House.

Forward on to 2011 and they have finally found a house, took them 2 years, but finally they did it. It's in Surrey, and tomorrow I will be visiting it for the first time. Is it immature to say that I am nervous about the visit? Maybe. But I am. Is it going to be the same? Is it going to be somewhere I can relate to a family home to come home to for Christmas and home cooked family roasts? Maybe. Is it somewhere I can have some of my things so I feel I am still part of that house like Wenlock? Or is this mum and dad's place? And only their place? I have clothes and things in the villa in Portugal, but not too much. But it still feels like home, which is good. I hope this place is the same.

It looks beautiful and I really, genuinely hope the best for my parents. God knows the searched long and hard enough. So for their sake I hope this is the perfect place they can call home (well.. the UK home anyway). Crossed fingers.

The sun shines down on Portugal

Well I have to admit that it's worth it. I always avoided the weekend break to Portugal to visit the parents as I thought it was too much hassle. But what with the grey and miserable weather we had last week, the weekend has been worth it.

My sister and I flew over as a surprise for Father's Day and all being a little rushed it came together nicely and my father was ... surprised!

Portugal is such a relaxed country, and after all the cries of 'I can't believe it!' and "You buggers!" and a little 'I can't believe I didn't know!', I raced to my bedroom kicked off the clothes and pulled on the swimming gear and ran outside (those of you may think this is rather selfish, however my dad at this point was racing out the door to go golfing, so conscious was clear!). Jumping in the pool reminded me of the times we had when we were younger when all we cared about was who got in the pool first. We would have barely got the front door to the rental villa open before my sister and I would be working out the lock on the door to the patio and on to to the pool. These days it isn't quite that eager, but the haste is certainly still here.

Anyway, needless to say the weather in Portugal has been fabulous and up to the early 30s so in comparison to London's miserable grey it has been fantastic. Laying out and swimming with your family in the beautiful mediterranean sunshine is not a bad way to spend a weekend that if for sure! So for all you worriers, get yourself on a budget airline flight, and get over to Portugal for a weekend, it is highly needed on a medicinal level as well as spiritual.

A new dawn

So I have been inspired and I have decided to announce the big news. I have finally come off my meds. I can't believe that it is over. Something that I was told that I was going to have to do for the rest of my life has only lasted 6 years and thanks to my incredible man, family and friends I am so happy to say that this won't be the case.

My life is just beginning and I am going to make sure that it is a damned good one. So get ready world. Vixxy is back, and she is ready to enjoy to the max. Hopefully I will be able to use this blog to update on this as well as highlight some significant topics that are close to my heart and that I am going to work extremely hard to support and increase awareness of throughout my life and it's adventures.

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E-duff is E-duff

I have now got to the point where I have had e-duff. E-duff of constantly trying to drink enough fluids, e-duff of trying to get lots of rest and keep myself warm. And the most frustrating thing is that it has all been over a weekend where I had so many things planned. Sat wondering about what is going on where I am supposed to be, the alcohol being consumed without my fair share! I hate not being part of it! So although my night last night was filled with High School Musical marathons, Eurovision (congrats to Norway) and Britain's Got Talent fun, I couldn't help but wonder what everyone was doing, what was happnening and how it was going at the party I was supposed to be at.

The worse thing, just to make matters worse: I wake up this morning feeling chipper, and with a slight bunged up feeling and most of the virus disappeared wishing that somehow yesterday was today, and today was tomorrow. Ever got that feeling?!

As I sit here watching Hangover TV, I can't help but think that e-duff is e-duff, not only with this cold virus thing, but with my life, I need to sort this out. There are things to be changed, and I am going to do it. I have to sort these things out. The countdown has just begun, and the challenge has begun. Just wait and see, I'll update you soon. xxx

The Mid-twenties crisis

I have heard the urban myth that people have the mid-twenties crisis, and never thought it to be true. But today I think I do. This career path I have chose, I was so certain I wanted to take, but now I am not so sure. There are so many other things I have started wondering about. So many other opportunities that I could possibly take. Bad timing in this climate I know. And that is why I am trying to keep them all surpressed. I love my job at the moment, I really do, a great job, and great charity, and great colleagues. I love it, but something has to change. Maybe it isn't my job, maybe it is something else. My life is all topsy turvy at the moment, I am so close to sorting it, it is causing me to itch. No kidding, I am physically itchy! But something is really not right, something wrong, I have got to do something about it. I have to think about things properly, think things through, things that I thought i had sorted, maybe i haven't quite got there. I don't know. Any ideas anyone!!!!

And now as I sit here writing this, I have a complete nutcase kitten bolting around the flat... I am glad I am not the only one with insomnia. I am so sick of not sleeping. Grrrr. Ohhh the frustration. Mid - twenties crisis' - seriously, why on earth do we have them??? Are we on the right path? Is it the right thing to do? What if I could be doing something else right now? What is there that i could do better right now? So many questions, but where do you start to find the answers? Maybe Genie might have the answers, she seems to enjoy bolting round the flat like a steam train running down a hill without breaks, the lights are on but nobody is home at the moment!!! If only life could be as simple as that of my Crazy Wildcat Genie.

The friends you have that are of the furry kind. Genie is her name.

As I sit here in bed, feeling a bit low, something enters the room...a mad crazy fluffball jumps on my bed. She bombs around the bedroom like a speeding bullet, bouncing and pouncing off every wall and surface she can find. Her name is Genie, and she is my 2 month old British Blue kitten. She has just learned to hunt and pounce and she is fully putting it to the test. Her eyes are wide as dark saucers watching my fingers hit the keys as I type. Mesmerized by everything and anything around her. Her shadow causes her great intrigue, and as she looks at me with those innocent big adorable eyes, she pounces straight on to my laptop and starts chewing the screen. Her tail is flapping from side to side, it maybe human bed time, but for her, she is ready to play. Her bottom wiggling ready to pounce again; this time I keep the laptop away from her pouncing potential. She jumps on to the pillows behind my head, and suddenly like a moth to a flame sees the metal pull chord on my bedside lamp and deicdes that is her prey. She studies it as it glints in the light, and as she slowly lowers her front body, not for a second taking her eyes off her prize, she bats the chord. And it swings so far that it hits the top of the lampshade. Now this was totally unexpected by little Genie, and the crack of the lampshade makes her jump and skid under the covers. Ten seconds later this is forgotten and she comes bounding out ready to hunt another unsuspecting inanimimate object.

Animals are funny ol' things, I think as she pounces once again at the laptop, this time with not so much feline grace as she thuds in to the back of the screen!