Marseille

Ahhh, I forgot how completely self-indulgent blogging feels.

So, mid January Melissa and I set off for the idyllic Provence- a highly anticipated trip, the first of (hopefully) many in 2011.

Me being free spirited and spontaneous (or lazy) , we had no plans for Provence other than to show up at the train station and do a few journeys to the twee little Provencal towns we had heard so much about.

Aix en Provence didn't disappoint.

Cobbled lanes, fromageries, perfumeries and enough cafes to feed a third world country, Mel and I frolicked about like the tourists we love to be. (Secretly, we were both high off the vitamin D overload- sorry London, nothing compares to blue skies and sun.)

Best bit? Taking the train out into the countryside and revelling in the feeling of being in the middle of nowhere.....

Eight months

Nothing scares me as much as a time frame.

It has become glaringly obvious to me that my time in London has gone particularly fast. Tomorrow marks my eight month anniversary away from home, in four months I will be back in New Zealand to visit family and friends, before returning to London to finish out the remaining year of my visa.

It is only in recent weeks that I've begun to marvel how ridiculously comfortable I am in London. I have friends, friends that I feel I have known for years. A job that I have loved more than any other. A life that will never again be so free of responsibility, so much fun, so many prospects.