The travel bug bites

Thoughts of travel have occupied my brain a lot lately. I have been reminiscing about the UK trip in May last year, Japan creeps in ever so often too. I'll admit that these are 2 of my best trips so far, and I remember them vividly because they are so recent.

I always believe that being involved in the planning of a trip heightens one's enjoyment of the trip itself. Which leaves me itching to buy an airticket immediately so that I can start the whole planning process again.

So where should I go this time? I've had fleeting thoughts of going back to the UK (the pound is so incredibly low and there are still so many unexplored parts...plus I love London), France (romantic Paris, the vineyards and the coastal areas) and Eastern Europe (very intriguing). Been bugging P to decide. He does take an awfully long time to make a simple decision, I don't know why. Of course, there's a chance he'll say no to everything, which would indeed be disappointing.

I'm tempted to do up itineraries for all 3 possibilities, just for kicks. That's kind of silly, I know. But but but!! Ahhhhhhh!

Keeping my fingers crossed that something will materialise!

Settling in

Almost a month in my new home and enjoying every minute of it. I love how the house reflects my personality and style. I love looking at the accessories acquired through my travels that now adorn my walls. I love sleeping in a bed that causes me to be late for work every other day. I love not having to share my bathroom with strangers. I love being able to cook pasta again. I love sitting out on the balcony enjoying the cool light breeze in the evenings on weekends. I love eating takeaways in front of the TV alone. I love how my living room and bedroom smell. I love having exclusive use of my washing machine. I love not having to make small talk when I come home after a sucky day at work. I love how cosy my home feels. I love bonding with good friends over a pot of steamboat.

Ahhh the comforts of having my own place. Suddenly, I realise how much I've missed out over the years. Having to share facilities and make small talk, not having the motivation to decorate because it's not your own place, being cooped up in a room, not feeling free and unwatched, having to tolerate the bad habits of others and not being able to voice out your agony etc etc etc, all put to rest.

I am master in my own home. I set the rules. I do whatever I please. I like that :)