Before the journey

It's Sunday evening and I'm packing my bags. My mind is already on next week, Wednesday evening to be exact. That's when I'm flying to London with my boyfriend for 13 days. It's going to be our first trip abroad together.

It's funny, but every time I start packing, the first thing I want to do is make a list of all the things I need to take with me. I usually pack a lot more than I need. But you'll never know, you know? Is it going to be sunny all the time? What if it rains? What about cold and clowdy days? What about the flight and the nights... It gets complicated if I think too much, hah hah!

I have travelled with heavy luggages more than I want to recall. Not this time, oh no! I want to travel with light bags this time around. I have been to London and UK before and if I run out of something, there are plenty of shops to go to. No need to worry.

Now, the shops present another problem: I might get bit shopping-happy and buy too much of nice chick-lit books I cannot get from Finland! And, of course, there are those vegetable soups and southern fried chicken noodles I fell in love during those years I lived in London. That's where having a companion on the journey comes handy indeed!

But it's good to go back to London and UK. I've missed so many things about London since I left. I know that the city has changed during these past 3 years since I've been gone, but then again, so have I.

I'm going to finally meet one of my dearest ch friends during this journey. It will be wonderful to see her! =)

And this time I won't be travelling alone but with the man I love. That, itself, changes everything. It's going to be his journey, my journey and our journey.

I can't wait!!!!

At Certain Age

Ok, I am aware that 3-0 is looming just 3 years away.

That's probably why I saw this odd dream last night: I went to a pub with my boyfriend and the landlady, an elderly woman with black hair and wonderful sense of humor, said something like "you two are such a cute couple! You two should get married!"

And when I woke up, 6.53am (because my boyfriend had to wake up early to catch a bus; he's now fishing with his best buddies), I was utterly tired; I didn't sleep that well, it's summer, so it's hot at our bed room. But my point is, that no matter what, after that dream I woke up happy. It would be kinda nice if that dream would come true.

I can't lie: I'm 27, I have found the very first wrinkles on the corners of my eyes - a clear sign that I'm getting slowly older. I must admit that I kinda like it! Heh heh... You won't be seeing me buying wrinkle cream any day soon, I just embrace my aging process. It feels good to be older, I feel a lot more comfortable in my own skin than I did back in 2004 and before that. I've found myself and I like it. Oh, scratch that, I LOVE it!

Funny, but I've lost the rush to commit; that is because I am committed. I like my life in many ways, I love my writing (I admit - that is what I am passionate about!), I love this apaprtment, the neighbourhood, our guinea pigs and most of all, my boyfriend. Life is good.