my sentiments exactly

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every cloud...

supposedly has a silver lining...there seem to be a lot of [metaphorical] clouds hanging around lately and while I didn't end up with my face in a cake on Friday (as previously discussed here) the past few weeks have been a bit more up and down that I would've liked. 

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And after lusting after a mini London break pretty much constantly, irony granted me what I most desired. Unfortunately, the lust turned into a must as I venture home for the funeral of a wonderful lady, who reached the grand old age of 93 and remained forever optimistic, positive and upbeat about everything, for the entire 24 years I had the pleasure to know her. 

So come Thursday, I will be London Heathrow bound, flying solo, for a 3 day trip filled to the brim with mixed emotions. Obviously I would rather be going home for a happier occasion, but never the less, I will embrace all things English, consume my favourite food, frequent H&M (obviously) and absorb enough rain to remind me why I hated living in England. 

Homesickness is a funny thing. It crops up when you least expect it and while I have thoroughly absorbed myself in life in Cyprus and know I 99% do not want to live in London (there is always that 1 pesky %) sometimes I think you need to return home for all the good things and remind yourself of all the bad. 

sunday sound

On a beautiful sunny Sunday morning, the husky sound of Ben Howard's voice is the perfect introduction to the lazy day ahead. Happy Sunday!

time out

It's been kind of quiet lately around here, but my mind has been all over the place and time out has been much needed. Work has taken over life and as usual, at the end of the day I jump in the shower, research for the pyjamas and throw myself onto the sofa, entering a world of tv and nothingness to clear my scrambled brain.

This week has been a funny one, with birthday celebrations and a midweek bank holiday, I sort of got lost with what day we were, since going back to work on wednesday felt like monday all over again. The good news is tomorrow is friday and the even better news is its birthday celebrations take two with some amazing friends - who as shocking as it is, I only met a year ago. There will be beer, but hopefully no faces in cakes!

the day of birth

I know birthdays are meant to be those joyous occasions of happiness and celebration, but to tell you the truth, I find birthdays totally overrated. Not to be a birthday bah-humbug but I never really get super excited about my birthday and since we live in Cyprus, where we celebrate labour day on the 1st May, the choice of birthday activities in limited, since almost everything is shut. hmmmmmmm. 

The turning one year older thing doesn't really bother me....it's not like the new day brings about a whole different outlook or anything, so instead of a whole big birthday hooo haaa, I prefer something more relaxed and low key. 

The day went like this, lie in, breakfast, coffee, walk, chinese dinner, beach walk. A wonderful lazy day with the best Cypriot of them all (my boyfriend that is). But since my birthday will always coincide with the holiday meaning limited offering of entertainment, I have resolved that next year, either we go away, or my birthday is cancelled. I'm so high maintenance aren't I. 

At least I didn't end up head first in birthday cake. But then the alcohol fueled celebrations aren't till Friday so we may have to return to this topic.