Hello reader,
I’ve been thinking a lot about
where I want my blog to go and I know it’ll be a long while before it gets
there. I want it to be a positive reflection of myself and I want it to be a
fun, interesting and great place for you to be on. I’m happy to keep up with
it, I’m happy to tell you about what’s going on in my life and anything I find
interesting. And because of this, I only publish posts if and when I want to.
If I start posting because I have to, it’ll feel like a chore and on top of
having to get out of bed some mornings I’d really not add another chore on top
of that haha! But really, as soon as posting feels like a chore, then my blog
will stop being fun. I’m lucky to have you- people who read my books and as few
as you are, this is greatly motivating and I thank you. I’m explaining this
because I do not have a schedule I adhere to for blogging and I do not want
one, so there may be a long time between posts. I love this blog and I’m not
keen on abandoning it. Which bring me to yet another thing; I am a visual
person and this blog needs to be a reflection of that. I need to post more
pictures to accompany my posts. I am a photographer (no really, I’m actually a
qualified professional photographer!) I have a lot of photos that would be
great with my posts. I’m thinking of using more of them so you may be seeing a
little more colour on here yay? Yay!
On to regular programming… I had a
great weekend. On Friday my sister and I journeyed north home. It was
incredible seeing my family after 4 long months and I had missed them dearly.
We arrived home a little after 6pm and as soon as my sister pulled into the
driveway, I was giddy with excitement! I was literally clapping my hands like a
happy seal and jumping up and down in my seat. The moment my sister stopped the
car, I jumped out and had a happy reunion with my mum, brother and dogs in
front of the house. My brother was incredibly happy too; I hugged him and he
swung me around (which is something I’m going to tease him about for years to
come because he always acts so blasé). I also jumped into my mother’s arms and
had a temporary lapse of memory where I forgot that I’m now a fully grown adult
and not a little kid. Yup. I almost broke her back. Sorry mama.
Inside I run into my cousin who I
haven’t seen for ages and asked to come to so I could see her. Yet more hugs
and my dad came back home a little while later and I almost knocked him down
hugging him in excitement. Sorry dad!
The next day, (Saturday) I woke up
early in the morning and it felt pretty great to wake up in my own room. And
the fresh air! Fresh air all around! My lungs probably cried in happiness. We
all got ready to go out to a lodge for my older brother’s memorial, which was
why we came home for the weekend. The memorial was great, it was amazing to see
my nephews (who I swear grew several centimeters taller since the last time I
saw them), my extended family and my older brother’s friends. It was also a
little heartbreaking because some people were obviously still struggling to
move on with his loss. This just goes to show what kind of person he was. I
want to be like him, and I want loyal friends like he had! I ate so much that
day. We also had malva pudding. Now that, is my weakness. By the time lunch was
over I was struggling to walk because I had stupidly said, “There won’t be food
like this for a while. I’m going to eat as much as I can.” My stomach was so
full that I was doubled over in pain. To top it off, I had to go up and make a
speech and I was wondering how I could do that without looking 3 months
pregnant. Thankfully, the loose top I was wearing (which I love!) covered the
majority of my full tummy. (After my speech I may or may have not gone back for
a second helping of the malva pudding with my cousin in the now empty venue
restaurant.) I was the media coordinator at the event so I took a lot of videos
and photos. I would post some here but I need to ask for permission from my
family members as most of the photos include them but however, you can check out my Instagram for some pics from that day by clicking on the Instagram button on the blog or clicking HERE.
The next day (Sunday) we were all
so exhausted! My nephews slept over, which was fun. Everyone wanted to sleep or
just laze around in the morning the whole day. And laze around I did. I
exchanged a few words and a lot of petting with my dog and I used that as a
chance to finally watch TV! Yus! I do not have a TV set here and neither do I
have internet connection. *gasp* “In 2014!?” You ask. “Yes,” I nod sadly. It
felt good to catch up on a couple of movies and some series even though I
couldn’t fully concentrate on them because I was always disrupted by
conversation. In the evening we dropped my cousin off as she had school the
next day. Night fell and I began to feel sad, knowing we’re leaving the next
day. I really, really love home and I didn’t want to leave. But I slept for one
last day in my room.
The next morning (Monday), we said
our goodbyes and it was all I could do not to latch onto my mum’s leg and
refuse to let go. I had to firmly remind myself yet again, that I am a grown,
independent adult and such childish antics would not be tolerated. On the ride
back to the concrete jungle, I didn’t participate in much conversation with my
sister which she attributed to malva pudding. I was tired, sad about leaving
home as the time passed way too quickly and I generally don’t converse much
during car journeys. Why I don’t know.
The next day Tuesday, I was back at
work. It was like I wasn’t absent on Friday and Monday though. Work resumed as
usual and it was a slow day and I used the time to catch up on research (I have
a propensity to randomly research stuff), Tumblr and Buzzfeed. *clears throat*
Don’t judge me!
What did you get up to this
previous weekend? Anything interesting? I’d love to know!
‘Til next time.
-Bella
