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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.

artist. style.

Throughout the years I’ve been ranting words in the realm of FollowMeToNYC, Artist and Style have been two significant themes. 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

vikings. sunrise.

I spent last night sipping icy vodkas on a midtown rooftop with a viking. There were five of us all up, representing four continents.

I’ve already started the story… That said, my bloody writing section of this page is still a disaster from when I had a tanty and tore it down. Continue reading

back to the world

After a couple of day hiatus, I am returning back to the world. image

It was an entertaining five-day spree of flying around, sister cackles, hugs, puppies along with the usual plotting and scheming.

I am ever plotting and scheming. Continue reading

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