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Tuesday, 14 February 2017

When I discovered him...

I watched as my sister struggled to get comfortable on the chair, she was due in a few weeks and I observed her, as we waited for my then 3year old nephew to get his hair cut in the hair salon. As I looked at her I thought about who would I have children to, what my future held for me, because a few months prior, I thought I ‘knew’ what would happened because I had everything planned.    


   Then LIFE happened…

I was newly single; it was a novelty, a new freedom that gushed from the wound that started as a 7year itch; a beautiful pain, a necessary pain.
I was excited, but I was scared. I had just turned 25, who would I find now?
I was with someone who slid out of my life like a pair of glasses sliding off a perfectly straight nose, and I couldn’t see my future anymore.

But I trusted in the NOW. I didn’t think about what the future would be like, the present was already bright, and distracting me from looking behind or too far ahead.
I was awakened, and everything around me that was once was dull beamed with colours that I had never noticed before.

I watched as my nephew was being served hot chocolate in his throne, a distraction from the terrifying clippers that would soon be cutting away his unruly, child-like hair, like the loss of innocence and in that moment I yearned for my own childhood, a time when no expectation laid upon me









Now, I would be watched to see how I would cope, how would I react, being newly alone. 

For the 90th time that day I scanned my social media apps on my phone, the usual ritual of scrolling, like a magician pulling an unending supply of tissues from his pocket.

Within a fraction of a second a curtain had opened a scene on the stage of MY life, because just then, in that moment, my life changed upon giving a photo a ‘like’ on Instagram.  The photo stood out to me, because it was of the very salon in which I was sitting. I was curious to see who took the photo.


Then I discovered him…

I didn’t know who he was.

But the photographs he took, what he took the photographs of, were of the small, common things in life, but he made them majestic.
Then I spotted a photo of him. With a sharp jaw-line and virile height he looked convincingly German. My only clue that he was Irish was his collection of Instagram photos of my own city. 


“Who is he?” I quietly murmured to myself. I had never seen him before.

Why was I feeling so drawn to him and his photographs? 

I was meant to be enjoying my new single life. Surely I couldn’t be showing interest in someone already?
Against the ‘logic’ of my mind, that was often infrequent, I sided with my intuition that I had been neglecting recently. 
And so, I ‘followed’ him. 
He ‘followed’ me back. The first time he made me smile.
I soon discovered, with the help of Facebook, that whilst he was from my hometown, he actually lived in Germany.

‘Add as Friend?’, you bet.

“Guten Tag”, I messaged him, trying to impress him with my G.C.S.E German.

And so it began.

We messaged every day for two weeks before he suggested ‘Skyping’. 
I was not used to this new-age digital romance. I was nervous, unsure of what I would say and what he would think of me.
It rang, doot doot –doot doot- doot de doot doot. He was ‘Skype-calling’ me. 
I answered, but didn’t appear in front of the screen until I could see him and get a good look at him. He stared blankly, wondering where I was.

He was wearing red, which made his sparkling blue eyes pierce my computer screen. I was envious of his beautifully arched eyebrows, and his cute ski-slope nose.  He was beautiful.
I appeared on the screen to him, smiling and my heart pounding, already knowing that he was something very, very special.
We spoke for hours, completely at ease, enthralled with each other, yet mystified at the fact that we had never seen each other before despite having mutual friends.
He would be in Dublin the following week and he asked if I would meet him. 
Of course I would.
“I’m meeting that guy from the internet in Dublin”, I said to my parents. 
Having heard me talk about him since the first day I discovered him, they knew that he was the real deal, and I didn’t have to convince my Daddy that he’d have to do a Liam Neeson stunt.
For the 4hour bus journey to Dublin I sat, not moving and not daring to snooze so not to ruin my makeup. My nerves wouldn’t let me sleep anyway.
He told me he would wait at the bus station.
As the bus pulled up I tried to look for him, and I couldn’t see him.
Doubt filtered through.
I stepped off the bus and proceeded to walk, and then I discovered him. He walked out from the shadow of a pillar and dazzled me with a smile.
“Hello” he said to me, as he kissed me on the cheek. A gentleman.
“I have to go to the toilet” was my reply. I casually walked off to the bathrooms until he stopped me to tell me that I would need a Euro to get into the toilets. He gave me the euro.

I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror, almost ready to ask myself  “You’ve never done anything like this before”
I smiled at myself, ready to explore this new discovery.

We walked towards the hotel we were staying at, IN SEPARATE ROOMS, of course.  I observed him as we walked.  He had a smile that triggered my own smile. His eyes had a soothing effect on me. 
I checked in to my room as he had been already staying in the hotel the days before. He would wait for me outside my room whilst I left my bags in and changed my shoes.

I opened the door.

“Oh somebody forgot their…”

Then I realised, the beautiful rose in the vase wasn’t left behind by anybody else, it was there for me. Him, he had done this.
I looked at him and he stood at the door, looking at the ground and smiling bashfully.
The card on the roses had the lyrics of  ‘Guns ‘N’ Roses’ on it, my favourite band, my favourite song, the most beautiful lyrics.

“You did this?” I asked him.

His vibrant eyes and animated smile was his response.





I stood, in awe, at what he had done. The fact that I thought the rose was left behind was evidence that I had never experienced such a surprise before.
I discovered in that moment that he was considerate, kind and I was surely falling in love with him
It’s almost three years since I stood in that hotel room looking at him, incredulous at how I, little old me, was the object of this beautiful man’s affection.
For three years we have been in a long-distance relationship. For the last three year’s we’ve discovered so much about each other. We meet up and travel every three or four weeks. Some day we will be able to spend everyday waking up to each other, but for now, we're still discovering the world.

In Rome, he laughed at my uncontainable excitement upon seeing the Colosseum and quoting the lines from the ‘Gladiator’ movie.

In Barcelona discovered how I considerate he was when he scoured the entire city at an unsociable hour to get me painkillers for my sore ear.

I discovered how funny he was in Australia when after a night out, a group of us sat in McDonald’s at 3am, and having found sunglasses, he sat and gave his best rendition of Stevie Wonder.

I see how he treats my family. I see how he treats me. I see how he loves me. I constantly see, and I constantly discover.


                                    I want to keeping discovering him for the rest of my life...


Australia

Ramsay Street, Melbourne








Melbourne

Christmas at home

New Year's Eve 2015

My nephew, Stephen and I

Christmas 2015

Skype 



Rome











We love our night robes


Celebrating my nephew's 1st birthday


Sicily, Summer 2016

Germany, Summer 2016


Wednesday, 22 April 2015

The Sting


On sunny mornings I’ll usually stand in my garden and breathe in the smells of the new Spring.
This morning, following this routine, I walked out into my garden and saw a huge bumble bee sitting on the garden table. I walked on, and then stopped in my tracks, stopped by some force of nature, and returned to where the bee was.
I instantly remembered about the time I wrote an article for local magazine, Local Women, for the Valentine’s edition. In my unconventional way I didn’t write about romance or love, well love in the traditional way. I actually wrote about how St Valentine is the patron saint of Bee Keeping also.  In the article I chat about how bees are integral to the existence of mankind. No bees, no pollination, No food. 

Albert Einstein once said “If the Bee disappears off the surface of the Earth, man would have no more than four years to live.’’

Upon remembering this reverence for the bee, I owed St Valentine, I had a duty.
So I looked. The Bee, not moving at all, was quite possibly dead. The cause of death? A mystery.
Standing in the dewy morning in my mis-matched pyjamas, and a child-like freckly face to match my child-like curiosity, I bent down and observed the situation in my Sherlock inspired inspection pose. I suddenly remembered that I heard somewhere that bees can become exhausted and to give them sugared water to revive them. With excited anticipation to see if the theory worked (my own little scientific experiment) I went into my kitchen, got sugar and some water and put it on a teaspoon. I went back out and sat the teaspoon down right in front of the bee. No movement.
I pushed the spoon further towards the bee and poured out some of the liquid onto the table. A tensed few seconds passed under my held breath.

There it was, the movement I had been scanning for.

The Bee, faded and slow, began to soak up the sweet water with what looked like a long straw and a little tongue bobbing in and out on the end of it. 


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I had never been so close to a Bee before.
The Bee sucked at the sugar particles, and at that I remembered ‘Honey, we have honey’.
I ran back into the kitchen to retrieve the honey and brought it back out, put a dollop in front of the Bee and stared in amazement at how this bee reacted to the honey as if it were a drug he was in withdrawal from.

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Not five minutes after giving the bee the honey, my close observance was interrupted with the instant buzzing of the bee. He moved, stretched his legs, tested his wings, and at that he flew off…
When the bee flew off I felt a sense of happiness that I was able to help this creature revive and continue its path in the course of nature.


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It also made me think of something else. It made me think of people. It made me think of the people in my life who I’ve given my help, time and love, just as I had given to this Bee. And like the bee, they leave.
We have people in our lives, some come and stay and others go. This bee today, upon leaving me could have stung me, but it didn’t. Some people, upon leaving our lives, do sting us, without us previously never knowing that they could have such a poisonous sting.
Why, if we give love, the rich sugar and water of our lives to these people, do they hurt us and leave? Why do these people, on this Earth, stop by in our lives, take of us our resources, what they need and then just unexpectedly leave?
What do we do?
People who are stung and hurt are often left feeling foolish for investing so much time and love. They feel that they are empty because they’ve no longer the sweetness or vitality that they once had, because they shared it with someone who was no longer there.
What should we learn about such circumstances?

We need to learn that it’s not a shame to have dedicated your best self to another, it’s indicative of the kind and sweet soul that you are. The shame lies in the person who stung you.

Learn that just because we are stung, it’s not necessary to sting back. It’s more necessary to stay as the person you are, the giver of the sweet life that revives.

I’ve learned that upon feeling the pain and hurt from a sting, I found myself being revived by another sweet and pure soul who invested their time in me.

I’ve learned that I could never sting a person who revived me, because I know all I need is already in front of me.
I’ve learned to stay true to myself, and the right people will come into your life to stay.

Monday, 3 November 2014

London

I recently met up with my boyfriend in London. Having been to London before meant I didn’t really feel like touring the proverbial sites. My boyfriend and I just wanted to enjoy wander- lusting…and a little shopping of course.
I had the Friday morning to myself since my boyfriend had some work commitments. I immediately went into Whole Foods since having walked past it the night before. I've only ever heard about Whole Foods supermarket from American bloggers, so I was excited to see and explore one. Of course, in true American style, it had everything on the shelves. From the freshly laid out Technicolor fruit and vegetable stalls to the most delectable cakes, I was in supermarket heaven.





I then went for some breakfast in the oh so chic French ‘Aubaine’ where I had Eggs Benedict, and I thoroughly enjoyed every bite whilst also enjoying little intervals of sipping delicately fragranced ‘French Breakfast Tea’.  




I later met up with my boyfriend and we went exploring. I saw a double decker bus that served Afternoon tea. We also saw the Dutchess of Cambridge and Prince William leave the Royal Garden Hotel, but was unable to take photos due to the security surrounding the area.



We stayed in the gorgeous Drayton Court Hotel, and it was beautiful. It had a great rustic ‘Old English’ ambience with little subtle hints of 1920s Art Deco and a touch of modernism.  The breakfast in the mornings was a favourite as we were seated beside an open fire and treated like a King and Queen. They even had my favourite breakfast on menu, the delicious Spanish Omelette/Tortilla. 

Comfortable, Stephen?



Amazing breakfast
On the Saturday we walked outside our hotel and walked right into an Antique’s fair. As a vintage soul I had to indulge in a little dressing up and regression into the old centuries.
We stopped by the new department store, Liberty and browsed the luxurious items, especially the sunglasses. 








 
Liberty



How very chic

A personal favourite, and the sunglasses were nice too ;)

Stella McCartney sunglasses

Luxurious perfumes






We made our way to go see ‘Once’ in the West End, but not before making a little detour to Covent Garden to the renowned French Café, Ladurée, for some afternoon tea. As a lover of all things ‘Parisian’ and ‘Café Culture’ you can imagine that I was where I belonged, sipping tea and eating the most ornately created cakes and signature macaroons opposite of the most perfect gentleman, fitting for the occasion.                                









 After a beautiful time at Ladurée we made our way to the theatre.
 ‘Once’ is about modern bohemians busking on the streets of Dublin and the paths their lives take. It’s definitely worth going to see as well as watching the movie. The music in both the musical and movie is raw and real, and it reignites the audience’ appreciation for Irish talent and culture.  




My final, but important, stop was Victoria’s Secret. It recently came to London, and I couldn’t wait to find the store. After quite a chaotic walk amongst the Saturday evening crowds, I was so excited to see the precious three storey palace of the most coveted underwear in the world. 








Thank you to the Drayton Court hotel for being so accomodating, we can't wait to get back for a visit.

If you're planning to go to London be sure to stay at the Drayton, find more details on their website- The Drayton Court hotel

Thank you!

 
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