Last Christmas

I know they all are, but boy, this was one helluva fast year.
It whizzed by, I swear. With the speed of the worlds largest roller coaster, but also with it's ups and downs, curves and thrills, illusions and what not. The worlds largest.

Boiling everything down into one concept is frowned upon in this house, but we partake of that every now and then. For if I were to squint my eyes and look at this years timeline, the biggest single "boiled down" event would definitely be the move.

We moved countries, nay, continents. Lively New York is now tattooed on the skin of my life, like the past always is. The present, believe it or not, belongs to a sunny island country.

That's right. I live in an island country now. From an island city to an island country. Common first words, drastically different second ones.

I miss New York, of course I do. But also so excited about this change. The girl and I moved knowing what we wanted, aiming at it, trying to get it and eventually getting. It's been harder settling down than we thought, but that's cause we jumped in head first - we don't know any other way to live unfortunately.

Bought a house, bought two cars, bought more office shirts, some furniture. When all I wanted to do was buy a surfboard. So yes, harder settling down than we thought. This grown up stuff isn't for the faint of heart eh?

Well, 2016 seems to be whizzing in and I'm sensing a thrilling sense of the wonderfully unexpected coming with it. It's going to be a shiny new roller coaster this one, and if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the weather forecast will be a happy, jumpy "sunny all year round".

Wish you the best year ever.

Dessert Island Questionnaire

This year. 2015 they call it. It's a number as random as a name. Could have called it 999 or called you pooh (unless you're already called pooh and then this analogy fails).

But regardless, this year... it's different. Or rather it's going to be different I mean. Nothings happened so far, but I give it 3 months. After that, I know it, I can feel it in my spine, in that electric galactic force that pulsates through us ...it'll get real. Nice real. Lovely real. Beautiful real...you get the picture.

I'm not psychic in any way... quite the opposite if anything. For example, I'll be all excited for a trip, ready to board a flight and it'd get cancelled. Last minute. And till that freaking last minute, I would have a stupid smile on my face, not expecting a thing. I trust the universe I suppose. Also I'm just basically a numbut.
But for some reason, I'm getting a massive psychic (numbnut) feeling. And I checked, not drunk. Its been building up. So I don't really know what it is, but I thought I'd mention it.

May the force be strong with you.