A new chapter, a new life, a new blog.....!
After five years of the same sordid controversies that got me into trouble and the ones that were bound to get me into trouble, it's great to just take a back seat and laugh at how badly other people clean dirty linen in public.
I know nobody can erase the past and I wouldn't change a thing on what was said about me in the past in those other blogs but like I give a hoot...!
Fast-forward five and a half years, I see myself a wife to a diplomat and a mother to a baby boy and a resident of London. That sure was pretty fast..even for me! Like I so didn't imagine I'd be a mother in my late twenties let alone be a wife. At least I'm glad my hen do at Amuseum gave me some good memories to settle down in life and that I had some sort of career to speak of before I accepted my husband's romantic proposal.
So what can I tell about my new London life?
Well, not that I dreamed of living life here. After moving from the U.A.E. to Sri Lanka, I thought I'd ultimately end up in Colombo having worked on my dream career and a name. However, life doesn't go the way we planned, and usually gives us something better.....and I'm a firm believer in that!
But London is home now and it's super-exciting, frenetic, scary and it can be difficult to keep up with it. Colombo, on the other hand, can be moulded into what you want it to be. It can have its PMS side effects too but it is more manageable and tolerable. London, I can't understand if it's headed the right way or the wrong way. And my gosh! Londoners can be the most miserable lot in the world but at the same can be the most fun and most caring people in the world. Little bit of good, bad and the ugly for all I know.
Nevertheless, London is home (at least for the moment) and there's something special about being a Londoner that really makes your head swell with pride.
The fact that you can afford the Waitrose shopping, tolerate prepubescent kids swearing at the bus stops and pay the exorbitant taxes to feed the Queen tells that Bedlam is an equally better place to call home than London.
Though, it is the most happening city in the world and it shows so that said, I'm a Londoner now and it's just happening!
After five years of the same sordid controversies that got me into trouble and the ones that were bound to get me into trouble, it's great to just take a back seat and laugh at how badly other people clean dirty linen in public.
I know nobody can erase the past and I wouldn't change a thing on what was said about me in the past in those other blogs but like I give a hoot...!
Fast-forward five and a half years, I see myself a wife to a diplomat and a mother to a baby boy and a resident of London. That sure was pretty fast..even for me! Like I so didn't imagine I'd be a mother in my late twenties let alone be a wife. At least I'm glad my hen do at Amuseum gave me some good memories to settle down in life and that I had some sort of career to speak of before I accepted my husband's romantic proposal.
So what can I tell about my new London life?
Well, not that I dreamed of living life here. After moving from the U.A.E. to Sri Lanka, I thought I'd ultimately end up in Colombo having worked on my dream career and a name. However, life doesn't go the way we planned, and usually gives us something better.....and I'm a firm believer in that!
But London is home now and it's super-exciting, frenetic, scary and it can be difficult to keep up with it. Colombo, on the other hand, can be moulded into what you want it to be. It can have its PMS side effects too but it is more manageable and tolerable. London, I can't understand if it's headed the right way or the wrong way. And my gosh! Londoners can be the most miserable lot in the world but at the same can be the most fun and most caring people in the world. Little bit of good, bad and the ugly for all I know.
Nevertheless, London is home (at least for the moment) and there's something special about being a Londoner that really makes your head swell with pride.
The fact that you can afford the Waitrose shopping, tolerate prepubescent kids swearing at the bus stops and pay the exorbitant taxes to feed the Queen tells that Bedlam is an equally better place to call home than London.
Though, it is the most happening city in the world and it shows so that said, I'm a Londoner now and it's just happening!
