Sunday, March 31, 2013

The best of both worlds.

Yesterday was most unusual, throughout the day we experienced two extreme seasons. The day started off cold with misty windows and dull skies. At work, upon looking out the window, I was excited and amazed to see snow flakes passing on us on their way to ground destination. Then after what seemed like an hour, the sun started streaming through and warming up the room. Amazingly, it started snowing again not long after that and then we saw yet another bout of sunlight.

And today, after the clocks moved an hour forward for Daylight Saving, I was greeted by sunlight rays peeking through my curtains, meeting my aunt and getting a Lindt dark chocolate bunny for Easter, arriving early for work and having many laughs throughout the day especially when we found we all had butter fingers. I dropped the same cake three times, cups kept sliding out of another girl's hands and the tales continue...

I was greeted, during lunch hour, by a beautiful message that made my smile stretch wider than ever before. My best friend, Ashley, writes...

I ate yoghurt today and thought of you. I wore a scarf in the rain yesterday and thought of you. I look at the scar on my hand every day and think of you. I watched the movie "pretty woman" (old fashioned) and thought of you. I was given a raw Easter egg today and thought of you. I spoke to your mom on Wednesday and thought of you. I hear the song "sugar sugar, honey honey" and think of you. I smell aromatherapy oil, the same as your skin's scent, and think of you. Seeing photos of us from the past makes me think of you and all our memorable moment together. I go into the shop trying to find the perfect bottle of rosé wine; the cheapest with the most alcohol content, and think of you. I went to the Cederberg the other day for that long weekend and saw the same, little pond (near to where jumping off those high rocks is essential) when you slipped on the rocks and fell through the bushes into the shallow water, your survival of that holiday is a mystery in your life and it made me think of you. I dream of meeting up with you in London and when I wake up it makes me think of you. Even if I wanted to go to a life saving party, I don't think I would be able to because it just wouldn't be the same. When I think of you, I hear you laugh, see your smile and feel your tight hugs... What I'm trying to say is that I miss you and think of you all the time. It makes me sad and I'm starting to have Montana withdrawl symptoms ;) xox
She's amazing. I love her. I miss her. I can't wait to see her.

And now after a long day, I will be sitting face to face with my family with only a computer screen and a few thousand miles separating us as we catch up.

Saturday, March 30, 2013



To wake up in London and see a sliver of sunlight shining through the crack in your curtains is not ordinary; in fact it is most abnormal. It seems that today i"m going to be working under the gaze of the sun at Wild Food Cafe, a truly spectacular cafe which makes delicious, decorative and divine dishes at the heart of Neal's Yard. Every time I get off of the tube at Covent Garden, I have to pinch myself. In reality I am working in Covent Garden, the hub of the new age and alternative lifestyles. Everyone is so interesting and exciting, with so much to share. Yet Wild Food Cafe is the best of all - the people I've met there are amazing; they make you feel as though you were a part of the family. And that's exactly what it is, a family. Everyone looks out for one another, can rely on each other and there is plenty of conversation and many many many laughs. I know I'll be happy here.
After all, I am a Covent Garden girl at heart. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


I have yet to see the moon to find out whether it is full or not, but for whatever reason, I cannot seem to fall asleep. In order to remedy my situation: tossing and turning in bed for two hours with and without Sinead O'Connor singing in my ear, I have decided to put my excessive energy to some good use; writing.

Every time I fall asleep, my thoughts begin to spiral down from their chaotic state, until I greedily latch onto the most exciting one and wear it out completely. I end up dreaming up scenarios, ideas and possibilities and after repeating that over and over again, I force myself to choose a new new thought process. For example, tonight I went to sleep thinking about Buffy the Vampire Slayer (a series I had just watched) and after sucking it dry - excuse my pun - I sunk my teeth into the ideal of becoming an air-hostess. Scene after scene, I watched myself learning new languages, pushing the cart up and down the aisle, easily falling asleep in a comfortable bed in a foreign country, the shopping as well as the possibility of having to use life jackets.

As a little girl, when ever we went to the airport (which was quite often), I would wistfully admire the uniforms of the air-hostesses and watch them glide past in kitten heels wheeling their overnight bags. Other than watch them, my sister, brother and I would all wait excitedly for the chance to weigh ourselves on the luggage-scale. It became tradition, as did browsing the many shelves of bookshops while our parents sat in the coffee shop. I often think of those years when we would vacation in Mauritius or visit extended family in Switzerland, Germany and Austria. I'll admit, I even enjoyed travelling to Namibia, where my aunt and uncle owned a horse farm. We all got the full experience of owning horses, feeding them, washing them, healing them and riding them. We were not without the childhood experience of Easter, one of my fondest memories. My uncle flew us in his plane to farm on which we stayed, saw jackals and eagerly awaited the Easter Egg hunt that would commence the following morning. And there were many many eggs that year! Guess the Easter Bunny loves Namibia.

Well, now that I'm fully awake, and see no possibility of my falling asleep before work, I think I shall log off and indulge myself with a cup of Redbush tea and an intriguing movie.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Great Quote

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air

I found this quote today, and don't normally read the lengthier ones. Although, this time I did and I'm so glad, because this basically sums up the emotions I've been trying to deal with.
Away from home for the first time and missing it greatly, wanting to be back under the comforting roof of home while still enjoying the grandeur of the world unknown to you.

Sunday, March 10, 2013


That 70's Show


Beverley Hills 90210

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

The Brady Bunch

7th Heaven