Next month I'm riding in a 100km bike ride in Melbourne, and this week my lycra jersey arrived! It's the first time I've ever owned a lycra top (I bought my first lycra pants last month when I bought my bike), and I have to say it doesn't feel as bad on as I had expected. Getting the top was pretty exciting, and made the prospect of doing this ride all the more real. Now I just need to make sure I'm getting some more serious bike time so that I'm prepared, and don't die from the sheer amount of time spent in the saddle (I expect to have a very sore bum).
It would appear there is no better way than to find out who is still reading your blog than to throw in a mention of someone in particular (that hasn't featured on the blog in quite a while) just to see who is paying attention. Admittedly, that wasn't my intention but I'll go along with it.
It turns out that a couple of you picked up that C and I had dinner last week, and that there was the potential for a weekend road trip. Alas we didn't end up going as his grandmother unfortunately passed away in her sleep Thursday evening so he immediately left the coast to be with his family. Originally I had opted it was best to let him have time alone with them to grieve, but after a text from him wishing that I was there, I cancelled my plans last night and for today, and drove down immediately.
My life recently has been filled with lots of great moments: fun with friends, fun with family, my dog, the ones that matter. I've also got some great moments coming up: I leave for Bali in just under 2 weeks, I booked flights to Malaysia with my sister next year, and also to NZ for a weekend away later this year. On a whole there is a lot to be excited about.
So why do I still spend time thinking about him?
I won't lie, it's been much easier since removing him on Facebook.
But when I allow myself time to think, I find myself thinking of the key moments together. Just the other night I visited the restaurant where we had our second date (on this occasion it was with friends) and I cried in public. Not sobbing, just some tears filled my eyes for a minute or two, and it didn't go unnoticed by my pals.
There's one thing about my mother that has always bugged me when I watch her deal with people that have mistreated her, and completely taken advantage of her. She always believes they will change. She always believes it will come good. She always believes that she and that person will get along in the future. Normally that would be a good trait, but not when dealing with someone that should be forgotten about.
Throughout my breakup with C, I have seen a similar trait in myself, and I hate it.
Regular readers to my blog would know that I split with my ex, C, about a month ago. We had been having problems and arguing for quite a while, to the point that I moved out. We were going to try doing the whole “space” thing, it failed, we ended it for good.
Since then I've done the whole rebuilding thing. I live in a house with an amazing housemate, her kids (they're only there 4 days out of 7), and our two dogs. I have a place where I can come home to pure silence, where I can de-stress and recuperate before the stresses of the following day. It's fair to say I couldn't be any more thrilled with where I live.