What a ten weeks it has been: the disaster of Brexit (remaIN all the way), heart wrenching terror attacks, the coldest and wettest June in history and basically the entire British parliament quitting their day jobs leaving us in an array of utter confusion and market decline…. the upside for me of the last ten weeks was of course, as you know, my parents coming to visit – and my mum staying!
While I bid a teary farewell to my dad 8 weeks ago, the silver lining of my mascara stained cloud was that the hilarious, kind, wonderful person that is my mother, was staying – staying for 8 more weeks! Continue reading
Living in London is great. It’s fast, it’s vibrant and it’s busy – a far cry from the quiet serenity of the North Shore of Auckland. There is always something to do and that is part of my new homes beauty. You can never really claim boredom in England’s capital, however sometimes it gets exhausting, draining even.
When I used to feel exhausted at the end of a long week back home, I’d head home from work, cross the harbour bridge and escape to one of the nine beaches within a few minutes drive or walk from my doorstep. Whether it be walking around the rocks, sitting on the sand, or going for a swim; the beach was always my escape – my haven. Over here it’s a lot harder to escape. Firstly, I don’t have a car to jump in to and drive off in to the wilderness in – but also, I’m now miles from a coastline – which although is something I knew I would struggle with, my prediction being correct doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. Continue reading