In general I would say I am definitely more of a natural wonder sort of girl; more at home in the mountains, by the sea or generally in the middle of nowhere than a busy city girl. Conversely there is something about a city break that both fascinates me and draws me in with a totally different feel, an unknown ripe for exploration, consequently thrusting me suddenly into doubting how I could ever want to choose between the two.
Picture the scene; your eldest sister, your very best friend and general go to person in every situation you can think of moves away after living just minutes from you your entire life. You say goodbye to years of working together, socialising together, bouncing ideas off of each other and going through the best and the worst of times, instinctively, habitually together. She is my biggest supporter and my ideas man, or should I say woman and at the end of last year she left.
It’s been a really long time since I’ve just written a post about our ordinary days and what better week than half term.