Although life is not meant to be a fairytale, why can't I have a jolly good crack at making mine out to be one?!
Thursday, 21 July 2011
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.
Monday, 20 June 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
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.
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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