It’s Friday, do something to celebrate! I read that somewhere today.
Fridays are the best, so full of promise, especially when it’s sunny and beautiful out.
A while back promised myself i’d spend my Friday nights at the café penning my roman à clef
That was a long time ago, these days I just hang out at the café.

I can’t believe it’s been over two months since my birthday.
You know what that means? Soon it’ll be Christmas!
My birthday is exactly halfway to the holidays and somehow I think that makes it even more special.
So two months later, I’m here to tell, and show you in pictures, how I celebrated my birthday with cake and macarons… (Marie Antoinette would be so proud!)
Also I wore a sweatshirt to work…. because it was my birthday and I could, plus it’s a nice sweatshirt.

I wasn’t supposed to be here this long; this is the longest I’ve lived in one place.
As much as I love it here I can’t deny the itchy-feet feeling, maybe it’s time to move on…

For the first time in a long while, I woke up wishing I was someplace else.
I miss the newness, the rush and anticipation of starting over.
Eight years is a very long time, it’s probably normal to feel this way, it’s like the seven year itch came a year late.

Outfit Details: Blazer – Joe Fresh, Blouse – Liberty of London for Target, Pants – Uniqlo, Shoes – Clarks

I’m not sure when this change came about; a year ago I was certain I wanted to live here forever.
It’s probably been bubbling up in me for a while, I’ve noticed that I’ve little envious of people who’ve moved away.

I watched Arcade Fire’s new interactive video plugging in old addresses; cool concept, nostalgia…

I want to feel nostalgic about this place too.

Summer perhaps unofficially ends today; I woke up to the sound of pelting rain.
I wore my galoshes, wrapped in my warmest scarf and with my sturdiest umbrella braved the downpour. It felt a little like coming home.
I’m a little sad that summer is ending, and a little disappointed in myself for the things I never got around to doing.

I could say there’s always next summer, but that’ll be like setting myself up to fail again.
It’s ok to have regrets; and that’s the lesson I keep learning over and over, more so this summer.
I learnt a few good lessons this summer, some from personal experience and some from other people’s experiences like how it’s generally not a good idea to accept diamonds from strangers.
The most important summer lesson I learnt is not to take summer for granted, because the rain returns soon enough.
It’s just like life, really.

I was browsing through rainy day pictures and decided to post these because I don’t look all that miserable in them – proof that maybe the rain isn’t all that bad after all.

Added these two below for good measure…