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let’s move to SPAIN

Goodness me… I’M MOVING TO SPAIN!

Last week I spent the week spinning through southern Spain with my husband wandering and whispering wonders. And together we made a decision… let’s live here.

So Australia, my land as carved in my heart and defined on my passport, will wait. The next adventure for the puppies and I tastes like tapas and smells like sea salt. In a few weeks-ish, we’ll pack up and move into a house where I can see the ocean from my bedroom and feel the waves in my lungs.

After six years of hustling, everything will slow down. I am entering a new wave of Self with my soulmate. It’s indescribable. New York City was a sea of inspiration. Though I certainly retreated from my online presence, the ink in my books seeps through pages. I literally haven’t stopped since I’ve arrived.

When I left Australia, I knew I was entering an incredible challenge. I succeeded. Now Southern Europe awaits. I’m relocating to Sotogrande where I will kiss the sun and weave together words in an entirely new world.

I feel prepared and spiritually centered. Sure I don’t speak Spanish, I’m learning. Of course, I have to have my box of belongings that I shipped to the Gold Coast back home in Queensland picked up and sent to Spain – but anything straight forward simply doesn’t align with my nature.

All I want is to settle in love with my unbelievably amazing husband. So when he turned to me in a park in Algeciras and said, “Darling, I know Australia is your home, but perhaps, for some time – we can live together in Spain…” I smiled so widely the starlight reflected off the white of my teeth.

I spent the next day on the beach, staring across to North Africa (a short twenty minute ferry ride from my new residence) and settling into my new reality – starting the next cycle of my life with my two creatures and life love in Spain.

malaga. cross country. australia.

Next week I’m off to Spain, a week after that I’m driving across the country with two of my favorite boys and the puppies, from Los Angeles – it’s back to Australia.

Goodness me… goodness me…

Excitement isn’t quite the word to grip all of the happenings around me, fulfillment is better.

Not only have I been rocking the shit out of New York City for six and a half years, I’m finding my way home in the exact timeframe I said I would. I have written so many stories and been paid in such a diverse mix of Writer gigs; the idea of tucking myself back into a little house somewhere in Brisbane to relax with the love of my life under a couple of mango trees could not be more enticing.

It’s been interesting observing American culture. Sure I grew up around here, but everything changes – I guess that’s part of the beauty of life. I’m excited to experience the changes that have happened back home since I’ve been gone.

One change I’m kind of ambivalent and confused about is the enormous social media blow up. I remember when I first came across blah-gs all those years ago and figured I should have one as a Writer. Plus it was a good distraction to update this every day while I lived out the ass end of my first marriage and put every strand of my DNA into getting to Manhattan.

This online exposure has evolved into a youtube culture of how many followers does she have and how many hits did this get. I’m happy for the crowd getting money in this scope, but I don’t like being a forced receiver of having it shoved down my throat. And I can confidently say, in this country, it’s shoved down your throat.

Since I was a little girl I imagined piling up my writing books plump with inky secrets that I only share with who I love the most. I’ve stayed true to this, even with some of my words showing up here or there.

Australia is one of the most far-away, silent stories I’ve lived. I can’t wait to get back. We’re flying out of LA 21 May – me, the puppies and him...

three times lucky

It occurred to me last week, when we were signing our marriage license, that (once upon a time) I was divorced, married and then divorced again in a 15-month period. Talk about some sheeeeeeeet. Continue reading

engaged in spain

Namaste love tribe

Since I’ve fallen back in blah-gville. I’ve reconnected with my pre-2009 private self. Back before I decided to spend a few years using daily rants as a visualization tool to get me to New York City.

My time in Manhattan is on the decline. I’m not leaving tomorrow or anything, but my plotting and scheming game is on. I’m making plans, throwing darts, keeping secrets swallowed and grinning a lot in general.

During a recent impromptu trip to Spain, the most spiritually centered, global citizen I’ve encountered proposed forever.

How could I say no to that?

Interestingly, while I’ve had 1.5 husbands, neither of them proposed. It was more an agreement to bind to each other in a way we felt the state required. It was never about forever.

Certainly nothing like this. And this man, well – I’ll be keeping the details to mySelf.

But we totally need to talk about Spain…

I spent a week eating tapas, rolling through waves and drinking chilled Spanish reds. We smoked cigars and watched shooting stars. From the most southern point of Europe, I gazed across to the shores of Africa.

Between Madrid and southern Spain, we drove through mountains of olive trees and weaved along rocky coastline. I swam in two different oceans and heard Spanish spoken at lightning speed because, as my future husband advised, “We talk a lot faster in southern Spain.”

I stayed in three different houses, one with views of the sea from the bedroom balcony where the air reminded me of being home in Australia – scented with lavender and eucalyptus. I bathed in the Mediterranean as my man, a native of the land, approached me glowing in golden light declaring, “Stay with me forever.”

And that’s exactly what I plan to do.

In Spanish tradition, rings are worn on the right hand. A silver band represents engagement – gold is exchanged at the wedding.

Oh, and apparently I’ll be having something like that. Because according to my man. “You have never had this before, and I want to give that to you.” Continue reading

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