Sunday, 30 August 2015

They say love ain't fair, but I'm doing fine

I am sat at the Wine Vault, reviewing my lesson plans for the next week and doing a few other adulty things (paying property tax, checking emails, looking at mortgage rates, making sure the dog walker is booked, and other such grown-uppery), as well as some less necessary but fun stuff like looking at house listings online and reading this week's Post Secret.

I am happy. I am so very happy today. And I need to remember to write about that. Because whether it's an hour, or a day, or even (fingers crossed!) a whole week, being happy is to be celebrated and enjoyed and noted.

I've had an amazing anniversary weekend with my wonderful boyfriend. The fact that it's been a year since we decided (slash he told me he'd kind of already told a few people, ha ha ha) we were "official" is mind boggling in and of itself, as it's flown by. And yet so much has happened, changed, and been experienced, together and individually. And he really is amazing. We make the best team and I feel so lucky we found each other.

It would be possible to write more, about him and us, and about life here being as blessed as it is. But I think it's about time that I just admitted he makes me this happy. I know I'm more than fine as and by myself, just me. Crazy-anxious, energetic, anally retentive, generous, diligent, dedicated, nervous, passionate, loyal, stubborn, sensitive, caring, and resilient. All just me. But I also know that having him as a partner, him loving me, and us being us has made me joyful in a whole new way. Thank you for that, my love. You are the missing piece. Here's to many more years on our team. 

Saturday, 15 August 2015

Underground, overground

I am pretty sure that anyone who follows the QE Facebook page will have already seen the glee-filled photos posted earlier this week, but last weekend I got possibly the biggest and best surprise of my life: my parents showed up at my local. Just casually strolled up to the window, held up two Womble cuddly toys to it (Orinoco and Madame Cholet, if you were wondering) and waved at me with them. Because they'd "popped over" for a couple of days. As you do...!


Please enjoy a) the still chosen for this video; b) the utter shock on my face; and c) the fact that I simply hand off my things (wine, handbag)
to Buddy and Jess and RUN at my parents. Standard Rogerson greeting.
Thank you to Austin for this footage!

The cheeky sods had been planning this since April, along with Jess and then Buddy to make sure my schedule was free and that I was kept in the dark. On top of this, all my wonderful friends, as well as the entire staff of the Wine Vault, knew what was going on. I could not really get any luckier with the amazing people in my life, and I don't quite know how I'll ever thank you enough for one of the best weekends I've ever had.

Once the initial shock had worn off (and we had calmed our nerves with some much-needed bubbly), I got to spend 48 hours with my beloved Mum and Dad, and it was just absolutely wonderful. I had no time to prepare emotionally, so I was simply overjoyed. Magic.

Saturday was a the busier day of the two, but it was still very relaxed. Mum and Dad came over and we drank all of the tea (of course), and then we and Buddy headed over to NoDa for a late lunch. The afternoon was spent with our generous and lovely friends Austin and Maedchen (as well as Jess and our friend Jamie) out on Lake Norman, followed by a dinner all together in Mooresville. It was an absolutely amazing day! In particular, the lake and being on the boat was especially wonderful as it's a place I find an immense amount of peace and delight. Sharing that with Mum and Dad was very special.


No huge wonder why I love it so!

Sunday was spent in the University area, and Mum and Dad were up (and at the Wine Vault!) before Buddy and I were even out of bed. We meandered over and grabbed some food and cocktails at Bar Louie, before spending the afternoon and evening outside on the Wine Vault patio. As well as more of our amazing friends, Buddy's wonderful mom and sister joined us, and our families got to meet each other for the first time. Yay! My heart was ridiculously happy.

Family. :)

Not only that, but I was able to share the beautiful music that Jared plays at the Wine Vault every Sunday, too. I've often commented - especially to Dad, as we have a deep, long-term, and shared love of the 'Graceland' album - on how wonderful his Paul Simon medley is, and I'd also previously mentioned to Jared (who has a website - check it out!) that his playing that makes me feel a little bit closer to home when I'm missing my folks particularly badly on any given (Sun)day. He's since been kind enough to sometimes even wait for me to arrive before playing it, which is just so lovely! But this time, I could sit with Dad and listen, and dance with my Mum. Perfect Sunday - done.



I would write about how hard it was to see them leave on Monday morning, and how the wrenching in my chest continues today, but that much I think is obvious, and it will happen whenever we part ways simply because of distance and time between visits. I love my parents so very much, and being so far away from them by choice (however good of a choice for me that is!) comes with some seriously conflicting emotions. But the important thing is love, and the joy that love brings not only when we're together, but just knowing we're family. That won't ever change. This visit was an absolutely incredible surprise, and I am overjoyed having been with Ma and Pa, even just for two days. Thank you both, and thank you to everyone who made it happen. Ah! This life.


Wombling free.