Weekend after THE weekend

What a difference...

7 days ago I was a blubbering mess walking over and over again on the beaches of Wemyss Bay thinking how on earth I could have been so gullable.

Today Scotland feels so far away. Almost like it never happened.

Isn't the brain interesting?

The older I get, the more I realise that 'getting over things' is about making new memories.

Mind you.. it doesn't take the pain away, it is there, dull and throbbing instead of harsh and spikey because of the addition of nice memories. Nice new people. Nice new experiences.

I have enrolled in a choir which has the cutest ever conductor (conductresse?) who radiates such brilliancy, fun and sensuality that I started wondering if I was indeed fully heterosexual (sorry for the people who think they are having a TMI moment here). Oh and the singing was great too, it is one of those very social choirs where afterwards we all have a very cheap glass of wine and talk about nothing. Amazing how much fun you can have by talking about nothing.

I met a few new people who most definitely distracted me from anything in the world I might feel pain about and sofar living with Kevin to my own surprise has been nothing else but good fun. What a guy.. I would love to take some credit for him turning out like this but he keeps on telling me it has nothing at all to do with me and his dad, that his personality has been solely created by him. Love to have that conversation again with him when he is my age. :-)

Tonight he, his girlfriend and his father will come to dinner. His father and I will go out ballroom/latin dancing for old time sake, see if we can still make people stop and stare as we used to. Tomorrow morning Kevins girlfriend is performing at her church and I will go and have a look, it can't hurt a bit of divine addition to my life.

And today... all feels normal again, my new normal.

Not jumping out of bed in the middle of the night to be in Tesco at the crack of dawn but gently wake up, making cup after cup of Redbush tea and coffees, eating Dutch food and flopping in bed with the laptop watching the first episodes of the new season of House and Ugly Betty. Only contemplating between getting dressed and do shopping or flop a bit longer and have a long hot soapy bath and then do some shopping.

It is quiet, except of course for the gentle hum of the fan in my laptop and if I listen really well the flat and city noises, doors closing, heels clicking, neighbours talking, traffic zooming, metros racing but all is right with the world. This is where I belong.

Scotland was a great retraite, it did me good. Thanks for all who participated but today I am leaving it all behind..