I have been anticipating this move pretty much all year, ever since the man and I had a talk about where we’re heading, and I said I didn’t want to mark two years long distance. We wanted to be in the same place of course, the question was where we both wanted that ‘place’ to be, and what was feasible.
Much discussion ensued and now, two months shy of our two-year anniversary I’m relocating to France.
Who would have thought when I joined my girlfriends on a long weekend away to a city I’d never heard of, that I would end up returning so many times, let alone calling it home?
I have just under one week left in London, one more box to pack, only a handful more BJJ classes to attend and tube trips to take. I’ve been anticipating this move pretty much all year, but it still doesn’t feel like it’s actually happening. Surely it will soon?
I am thinking about all the parts of this city I haven’t seen yet, the markets I haven’t visited, the ‘London bucket list’ I never got around to writing. But then, if I never got around to seeing and writing and doing all of these things, are they really that important to me?
Not right now, no.
What’s important is the guy waiting for me to join him in a town in eastern France, and for us to find out what happens next.
gypsy girl in gi 
Eeek so excitimg – just think of all those warm baked goods each days 😍
Oh yes but oh gosh, my arse is big enough as it is 😳😂😝🙈🙈