Then and now…a picture tells a thousand words but often a
book is better than a movie, if you catch my drift..
Insert prologue…I lost my photos that were on my ‘Smart‘
phone recently. Not so smart Bel, not to back up one’s work. We learn the hard
way at times. So it led me to
this…typing out some of my travel journal and then combining it with the
present day…
‘Blackberry and Bay’ was the perfume I treated myself to on
my birthday, from Jo Malone on the Upper East Side. Yes mum, your princess is
still living the champagne lifestyle on a beer budget. Blackberries are seen as both wild and
innocent, I love this image…we can be more than one thing, we do not have to
and nor were we meant to exist inside the confines of a box.
Sometimes we have to go forward to go back and vice versa.
So from now…I’m in a place called Bar 515 sipping and somewhat struggling with
a jalapeno margarita. This being my night cap pre walking – wishful thinking
maybe – back to my hotel. Today was my uptown girl day. After another lengthy
sleep in, I took myself to yoga in uptown New York, near the Met. And so I
walked…insert a few lines here to show the restraint required in walking past
the plethora of boutiques.
The afternoon was Broadway Dance Center after unsuccessfully
trying to find a volunteer gig for Christmas Day. Which it turns out was maybe
not meant to be – as I am now off to Brooklyn.
Getting shown around the city with a local - bring it on. As for staying loyal to the sweetheart we leave behind...realising it's a case of also respecting and loving myself enough. I have fallen in love - whatever that means for early on in a relationship. It's the start of something...and I haven't opened the next chapter yet.
Later that evening, New York kept its promise of a white
Christmas. Well my birthday and Christmas Eve combined. Officially ticked the
biggest box ever. Which brings me to love…
I’ll probably be crushing on Chris Noth until the cows come
home…his alter ego John or ‘Big’ as he is affectionately termed by Carrie, is
nothing if not complex. You are either a Big or Aidan fan. For me, there was
never any competition. The whole diamond in the rough thing he has going on. A
couple of days ago, a friend treated me to a girly afternoon of the last
episode of season four: ‘I heart New York’. Big leaves for a life change in
Napa, but not without leaving a ticket to San Fran and the record containing
‘Moon River’, which they had danced to only moments earlier. And here’s where the divide comes in. Was he
an arse for walking away from his sweetheart or was it more a case of giving
her space?
Love is contained in the simple gestures we show towards
those we are in love with...a record, slice of pizza, or my favourite – the
love letter. Written roughly on a napkin, the back of an old receipt or paper
bag – even better. Rough, wavering and wild…being fearless and letting your
flaws show. That to me is true love…
Thankyou to the people and places that fill my heart xoxo...I am truly loved :)
