Girls’ night out.

October hasn’t been the best month for me. It kicked off with a break-in at my house: bye laptop which means bye music and photos. Considering my financial situation as of late, the timing could’ve been better… I really can’t afford a brand new laptop! Things since then feel like they have gotten steadily worse. I haven’t been feeling very positive about life and I don’t like that.

Tonight, thankfully, is dancin’ time with some of my favourite ladies. I’m getting gussied up in a new frock and high heels which is sort of a big deal as I have a huge aversion to heels– I’m a flats kind of girl. I’ve curled my hair and am about to paint my nails. And I am going to have fun and cheer up!

I think I deserve it.

Autumn in the city.

This afternoon I walked home through a park, going out of my way and zig-zagging back and forth on the pavement to crunch newly fallen leaves. As I was doing so, an older woman out walking her dog stopped me and said “I always do that too!” I laughingly replied that I just couldn’t seem to grow out of it.

I love autumn, this city, life.

“London is a roost for every bird.” (Benjamin D’Israeli)

A year of living in London has come and gone. This brings on many mixed emotions– awe when I look at how fast this past year has went, sentimental feelings over all that has happened, pure sadness because I only have a year left in the UK.

I think I have grown and changed so much in the past year. Like my blog title says, London really is a roost for every bird and I can’t help but feel I truly have come into my own and learned to (mostly) feel comfortable just being me.

I don’t know what else to say except I will never, ever regret moving here. This life I’ve led here? It was meant to be.

Dictionary Freudian slip?

I was trying to think of a word but coming up with nothing and so I visited a reverse dictionary where you can describe the concept in a search engine and see various word suggestions. The concept I described was “defeat the purpose” and the 36th word suggestion was “husband”…. other words suggested included “frustrate”, “skunk” and “disappointment”.

I find this hilarious.

Homesickness is a funny disease.

It’s my last evening in Canada and for the past hour I’ve been walking around with a huge lump in my throat, fighting back tears while I slowly pack my bags.

I don’t get it. I love the UK, I love my life there. I have so much to look forward to when I get back. Not only that but I’ll be home again in four months to meet my new niece or nephew. There is absolutely zero reason why I should feel even remotely homesick– especially since I haven’t even left yet!

Like my blog title says, homesickness is a funny disease. There’s always something or someone to miss no matter where you are.

It’s overwhelmingly sad to realize that.

Cottage life.

Bright and early tomorrow morning my mom and I are headed to Little Bear Lake where my uncle and aunt have a cabin. It is quite possibly my favourite place in the world.

Five days of relaxation. Reading books, long walks, visiting with family, great food, wine, a complete recharging of the soul.

I am so ready for it.

This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof.

If today is your birthday: Something wonderful is starting to happen. The world as you know it will begin to change, slowly at first, but more rapidly as a new path takes shape. In the coming years, you will look back and realize that the genesis was now.

I have a feeling I’m going to like my 26th year.

Good old fashioned fun!

It is absolutely pouring rain in London tonight. And I found myself walking home in nothing but ballet flats, leggings, and a short sleeved dress. No umbrella, no wellies, not even one of the free newspapers London is notorious for to use as protection.

So what do I do? I caught raindrops on my tongue, sloshed through puddles, skipped through gushing gutters, threw my arms wide and got soaking wet!

I haven’t laughed over something so purely silly in a long time… this is a London memory I want to keep with me forever.

Couldn’t have said it better.

“Sentimental Heart” lyrics from the album Volume One by She & Him.

Cried all night ’til there was nothin’ more
What use am I as a heap on the floor?
Heaving devotion but it’s just no good
taking it hard just like you knew I would

O-o-old habits die hard when you got, when you got a sentimental heart
Piece of the puzzle, you’re my missing part
Oh what can you do with a sentimental heart?

I ♥ She & Him.

2 weeks.

I’ll be back in Canada from July 28th until around August 18th.

The thing with life here is it changes a lot. In less than a year I feel like I’ve went through three phases. I love London but life has not been perfect. I have regrets and lately have been feeling like a break from certain aspects of my life is exactly what I need. I’ll enjoy getting away but will also enjoy coming back and seeing what happens then.

While my London life is on hiatus, in Canada I will enjoy trips to the lake and my hometown, my 26th birthday BBQ, Regina Folk Festival, and just simply spending time with the people I love the most!