Sorry for the silence. I got broken up with, which sucks. Especially when you love someone. Especially when you’ve tried everything (to the point of exhaustion) to make it work. Especially 5 days before Valentines Day. Oh well.
To quote Forrest Gump, that’s all I have to say about that.
So as you can imagine I really haven’t felt like blogging or doing much else really. But the nice thing about being dumped in early February is amazing people do their best to make you feel loved on Valentine’s Day, despite the fact you actually feel less desirable than Hitler (who, incidentally, managed to hold down a relationship…).
On Thursday these delightful gerberas arrived all the way from country Vic from my darling friend Kate.
They set a good foundation for things to come. On Friday I arrived at work and Kirstyn had left a gorgeous jar of homegrown roses on my desk:
They were so fragrant and delicious, much unlike the scentless mass produced red roses that are schlepped out every Valentines Day with a 500% mark up on them (not bitter at all).
I also had a bottle of sparkling wine and some low cal chocolates (I am determined to skip the ‘get fat’ part of this experience and head straight to the ‘get skinny and fabulous’ part) on my desk from my lovely long suffering housemate and coworker Bec.
And then I also got some of the aforementioned red roses. From him. Which was bitter sweet. Again, that’s all I have to say about that.
So now I’m just trucking along, trying to be ok. It’s not a particularly conventional break up, on account of the fact that there is no hate or mud slinging involved. In fact I know I am doing a number of things that are counter-productive to moving on, but I don’t want to talk about it.
Tomorrow night I am flying to Perth ahead of taking the red eye to Melbourne for my Dad’s 60th birthday party on the weekend. I arrive in Melbourne at 5:20am and will try to have a rest at the airport hotel before going out for breakfast with my mum and sister. I can’t wait to see them. I haven’t seen my sister since Samoa last year.
We’ll spend the night at my Mum’s in the country before heading back to the city. I have dinner plans with my girlfriends on Friday night followed by brunch and party prep the next day. I’ve been working on something special for Dad’s birthday for the last few months and I’ve just managed to finish it, so hopefully it goes off without a hitch. The day after we’re heading back to my Mum’s to celebrate her 30 years of being in Australia and the next day I have breakfast plans with Kate before flying home.
It will be short and busy and hopefully very distracting. Wish me luck.