It’s been a while since I’ve written a personal post here. Actually, this blog has really been neglected and there is a reason for that. Since arriving in Stockholm I’ve had this niggling feeling that something had to change in my life. I felt a little lost and like I didn’t have a purpose. Did I really want this blog to be a business? I had such big plans with it before and it was really starting to take off and I was beginning to make a small income from it along with external writing projects. Then I had the health problem before leaving NZ and everything just kind tumbled and my focus shifted. But after I had settled into my new city I kept beating myself up. Why couldn’t I get back to posting three times a week and start building it up again? Why couldn’t I be more aggressive on social media? I told myself that I wanted to be the Garance Dore of the interior and lifestyle genre…. I told myself a lot of things, but in retrospect I felt so unaligned with it all. I felt like I wasn’t living my truth. I had lost my passion.
Today we’re heading away for the weekend to recharge the batteries. We’ve packed our gumboots, boardgames and books, and we intend to do nothing else but soak up the country air, and each other’s company. I love moments like that and I realise that we haven’t done it as a family for quite some time. Lately all of our getaways have been more of the go, go, go kind. They’ve all been so much fun, but we forgot the stop element. I find that booking a weekend away is a great way to unwind. It’s a small commitment so you don’t feel like you’re wasting your holiday time doing nothing. Although writing that, next summer I intend to book a beach house somewhere warm and do nothing else but swim, read, eat and go for long walks on the sand. So if you have any recommendations for me in Europe, let me know.
You might have noticed this unintentional silence that I’ve had here for a while. It’s been on my mind a lot lately. To be truthful, I had completely different plans for this blog the past few months. I scheduled posts to play out during my transit from New Zealand to Sweden that featured some of the wonderful talent from the home I was leaving. I arrived in Stockholm, so excited to share my adventure, and then it happened. Blank. Complete and utter nothing. Here I was in an amazing new country and yet I felt I had nothing to write about. I didn’t understand it. And so, I kept silent. I wrote an occasional post, although I mainly only kept in touch via Instagram.
Our house doesn’t look like this anymore. The entire contents minus five suitcases have been packed and are hopefully on their way to Stockholm now. It’s been a mammoth job closing up my life here and I didn’t even have to pack myself! Hence the silence the past couple of weeks.
I can’t believe that we are moving into our last week of January! It makes me a little sad knowing that we have only one more month left of official summer. Okay we do manage to stretch it out into March, but still. I do live for the sun and warm weather!
Last Sunday we started the afternoon at our friend’s house and after an early dinner we all walked up to Franklin Road, Ponsonby, to take in the (must see) Christmas lights. We all have those streets in our city don’t we? It really is the trigger for the Children that Santa will soon arrive and the excitement levels ramp up a little more. For me it’s the sign to slow down and spend time enjoying the little things, especially my family.
It’s not often that I get really personal here, but today I feel compelled. You see, today I celebrate fifteen years of marriage with Guillaume. I feel so very blessed to be writing those words. Without getting all mushy here, it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about how very lucky I am.