MIDDLE OF NOWHERE ISN'T FAR

 The decision by the two hearts and two beautiful heads has been made that I'd be off living with a boy in a strange country on a different continent where time will have different meaning. Just how damn excited and nervous (in a good way) I am to kick off with new reality. With new life, new adventure, new everything.

Everything is going to be different. Good different. I am different already. I like me better when with him, when in love. Our home, our morning routine, our everyday life. For the first time in my life I'd be completely alone, miles away from a first person I know, not in a scary way. In a good new-learning,-adventures-want-to-make-it-work-want-to-make-it-happy-days way.

A man who finds it transfixing watching elephants for hours and hours. Who got himself a bike to get to the mountains easier. Who is not scared of the rough sea but rides the waves. Who is eager to show me his motherland, the green grass, the beautiful, the ugly, the bad. Just so I could grasp from what earth he came from, how he came to be and regard this world. Taste the food, culture and dance to the music. Whose bought himself a house to make it a home. How could I not be the luckiest girl? how could I ever not like it? or be bored? There is not even a chance! We are going to eat well and go on road-trips, camp, be in love all over the place.

As I said, everything is going to be different, better. So, I am planning to change the blog into maybe a travelling journal, experience log, a place where I'll write of my adaptation, frustration, great days, everything that is around through new eyes, new words. Nostalgia and amazing tomorrows. My dealings and interconnections, new places, new people, new friends & family. My love, likes and dislikes. The simplicity and hardship. Relationships and keeping honest to who I am. The opportunity of growth and discovery of own strength. To be who I always wanted to be. To do everyday what I always wanted to do. The circumstances forcing me to be creative. To make our life a pencil box of which will use every crayon to paint the towns, our home a harmony club.

I can see it, it's gonna be loud, fun, loads of hugs, kisses and spontaneous moments. Second chances and practiced patience, Sundays and playfulness. And its gonna be scary, and it will hurt, it will hurt because it matters.

Pure Happiness.