So here we are again, this time no false promises about future posts, it will only increase my guilt. Having logged in last night and catching up on previous posts I realised how little things that I had forgotten about triggered other memories, i'm doing it again aren't I...
...anyhow as I enter hour 5 of today's 6 1/2 hour journey it struck me how sometimes we need to sit back and realise just how lucky we are. I forget where I read an article or tweet highlighting the point, no doubt comparing it to a victim of some tragic event, I guess it triggered a spark in my mind.
It would be easy to complain about the amount of traveling I undertake with this job, the early starts, the late nights the nights away from home, etc, etc.. Then I sit back and realise all that we have and not for one minute would I swap any of it, ok I lie a few less hours would be nice. I guess I now have a better understanding of my makeup (is that finally I hear my parents say!) in truth I probably spent my late teens and early twenty's squandering my talents, that or it just took longer for the light switch to click... nevertheless here I am now am and i'm incredibly happy with my lot. Also please don't misconstrue my words here, I had an awful lot of fun in the teens and twenties, almost as much fun as I have had in the past 15 years, just that now I feel that i'm heading in the right direction, unsure as to where the path is going to lead me (us) and still having fun, just with a better sense of purpose.
Throughout the time I lived in London I never felt it was home, for some reason whenever I drive into Providence, either from the north or south there is something extremely comfortable and homely about the sight of the city and its buildings. Its a funny old world as some would say, I lived in one of the busiest cities in the world with all the history, art, night life, convenience opportunity and more that a place can offer and a sleepy little city in southern New England inspires a feeling that I don't recall ever having. I guess making the move two and a half years ago was a good decision.
So what have we been upto over the past year, there literally is too much mention, Aila turned 5, its taken almost 6 months to try and buy a house, a colleague had to leave the office early as the chickens has escaped (more on that later), a battle with the drug company, a trip to the Augusta National, a holiday on the cape staying only 20ft from the shore line, the house flooded repeatedly, turning 40....
most importantly we have made some wonderful friends and everyday I get to watch Aila grow and develop as a beautiful young child...life's pretty good.
Paul
...anyhow as I enter hour 5 of today's 6 1/2 hour journey it struck me how sometimes we need to sit back and realise just how lucky we are. I forget where I read an article or tweet highlighting the point, no doubt comparing it to a victim of some tragic event, I guess it triggered a spark in my mind.
It would be easy to complain about the amount of traveling I undertake with this job, the early starts, the late nights the nights away from home, etc, etc.. Then I sit back and realise all that we have and not for one minute would I swap any of it, ok I lie a few less hours would be nice. I guess I now have a better understanding of my makeup (is that finally I hear my parents say!) in truth I probably spent my late teens and early twenty's squandering my talents, that or it just took longer for the light switch to click... nevertheless here I am now am and i'm incredibly happy with my lot. Also please don't misconstrue my words here, I had an awful lot of fun in the teens and twenties, almost as much fun as I have had in the past 15 years, just that now I feel that i'm heading in the right direction, unsure as to where the path is going to lead me (us) and still having fun, just with a better sense of purpose.
Throughout the time I lived in London I never felt it was home, for some reason whenever I drive into Providence, either from the north or south there is something extremely comfortable and homely about the sight of the city and its buildings. Its a funny old world as some would say, I lived in one of the busiest cities in the world with all the history, art, night life, convenience opportunity and more that a place can offer and a sleepy little city in southern New England inspires a feeling that I don't recall ever having. I guess making the move two and a half years ago was a good decision.
So what have we been upto over the past year, there literally is too much mention, Aila turned 5, its taken almost 6 months to try and buy a house, a colleague had to leave the office early as the chickens has escaped (more on that later), a battle with the drug company, a trip to the Augusta National, a holiday on the cape staying only 20ft from the shore line, the house flooded repeatedly, turning 40....
most importantly we have made some wonderful friends and everyday I get to watch Aila grow and develop as a beautiful young child...life's pretty good.
Paul
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