And I never had to see them again...

Well, this is me. In a nest of hills in Wales, currently- it's raining, of course.
It's not a shame, but today has been hard.
You see.. I've decided to start a blog (obviously) about what it's like to leave the nest and valleys and mountain tops and find myself in the flattest country in Europe: The Netherlands.

Right now, I don't know what to think. Except I think I'm pining for the dreams I used to have about leaving and independance and soaring over this horrible country that tied me down with strings and forcefed me (godforbid) education! But now all those strings have been cut and I am marginally more wise than when those dreams were concieved, and I'm not sure this nest is as uncomfortable as I thought it was. It was a lot easier when I was bitter. My flight's on the 31st of August.

It seems like a long way away..

The only strings that tie me now are heart strings and they will always stay. Which is so so much harder than the superimposed ties..
I am so so in love with such a wonderful, beautiful man. He breaks my heart. Our relationship is such a magic fusion of intense and sometimes crazy kind gentleness and music! We fit. I love him with ALL of my heart

And even when the strings of education are cut, you're left with their shadows and heart strings with the people you shared your life with for seven years. Too many tears shed by beautiful people that were once teachers, but are now friends, and very good ones indeed...

So here I am. Regretting I didn't wake up sooner, regretting digging my heels in as much as I did, regretting that it took until now to love what I do.