Whew! It’s been a long time since I posted in this blog. And the events of the past year prove the age-old adage that a LOT can happen in 12 months. Sometimes you coast along in life, the years blending into one another, and then WHAM! You’re hit with life altering changes, all happening in a matter of a few short months. But as someone who is near and dear to my heart these days likes to say, “ain’t that what livin’s all about?” And I answer, as I always do, mais oui.
I left off last January, in Paris, communing with my women. There have been two trips to you know where since then: one last May that was pretty much like the one in January (only warmer),
full of time spent with ma best guuurl
and my other dear ones in Paris:
bahn mi lunches in secret gardens, long late night chats over tranches and wine,
crab cake dinners, staying up to greet the dawn, vegemite for breakies, new faces
and sweet familiar ones.
Time spent wandering my streets and filling my soul.
That lovely, bittersweet trip made me more determined to try to find a way to call Paris home, permanently. I came back full of plots and homework on how to possibly go about it, given to me by one of the ex-pat dear ones (who has since moved even further afield). Yes, I was bound and determined to find a way to move to Paris, sooner rather than later. Nothing was gonna keep me from living my dream!
And of course as these things happen, the universe took me in another direction…one I wasn’t looking for, for sure. And of course in retrospect I am so glad that I opened my ears long enough to hear what the universe was telling me. I didn’t plan on getting into a relationship. Was NOT looking for one. But there must have been some magical Hawaiian spirit calling my name, as one found me.
And it soon became apparent (to me and to pretty much everyone who came in contact with the two of us) that this relationship was meant to be. It has evolved organically. And I didn’t feel like I made a decision to not move to Paris. It just no longer seemed like an option. And that was ok. More than ok.
We had a fine summer. I learned to lash together and to sail a traditional Hawaiian outrigger canoe! (in the Chesapeake Bay, Middle River no less!).
We even swamped once (that’s a tale worthy of its own post). Summer became Fall, which turned to Winter. I moved myself and my things into his lovely apartment in the trees in Mt Washington, And in December, over Christmas, I took him to Paris (trip number 2). thanks to the generosity of some of my above-mentioned dear ones who graciously loaned us their fabulous apartment for a week.
And so, here we are. I’ve learned many things from my Hawaii Boy (as my friends and I used to refer to him, and I still do when it fits). I look forward to learning a whole lot more. He’s one of the sweetest people I know. He brings out the best in me, he encourages me, he loves me and he cares for me. He makes me laugh. We iron out whatever differences and conflicts arise, asap, and get right back on with our sweet life. We’re in the process of buying a sweet house, not in Paris or Hawaii but home, right here in Baltimore City, hon. I am content.
I hope that my dear friends continue to walk the journey with me, as I asked in a previous post. I hope that my story has the intended consequence of helping anyone who cares to read it. Helping in the sense of pointing out just how serendipitous life can be, how important it is to plan, and to have dreams, but how equally important it is to keep an ear out to what the universe it saying. And I hope that this new year marks a new chapter for everyone in my life, past, present and future. I want nothing but peace and happiness for everyone I know and love.
I’m still scheming on how I can travel and make the most of my life now while I figure out how to retire…just not sure where that will be. Maybe still France, or maybe Hawaii, or maybe I just might stay in my hometown, who knows? I just know that I will do my best to enjoy the ride.
Dawn, your post comes at a time when I really need to believe that something good will happen one day. I am trying to have faith and you have given me hope. I know I have the power to move my live forward if I can just let go of the past. This story shows me that it can happen. Thank you, my girl. Oh, and I am so thrilled and absolutely happy for your happiness! Can’t wait to see you in May and meet HB! Love ya, my sistah!! Jo
Love you too Jo…much bliss in your future. Karma says so,,,xoxoxo
Ok, you just wrote my story! There I was planning my move to Paris, when BAM, enter my Sweetie. I tell him regularly that he ruined my life, but quite the contrary…it’s never been better! We, too, just put a down payment on a brand new home right here in Cincinnati! Everyone wonders why, but this is home and we have a great time wherever we are. Thanks for writing your story! Ain’t love grand?!!!! I’m so happy for you and also want everyone I know to find their happiness as well…no matter what or where it is!
Jane, Goldie, you are my inspiration! I remember fondly our time in Paris last January, our long talks, how happy I was that you had found your Joel. I wasn’t sure that it would ever happen to me and what do you know…:) I am so happy for you you too. You are most welcome to visit us in Baltimore, and I know we will cross paths in Paris. xoxo
I am disappointed that you won’t come and live in France of course but I am so glad that you found your way. And you do belong to Baltimore, you love your city and you have your mother and daughter there. I wish you much happiness in your new life Sister !
Merci Anne! And I will get to Strasbourg one day!!! xoxox
I will never forget the happiness in your eyes when you told me your love story. I wish you years of endless love, my friend – looking forward to getting together again and meeting your man! xoxo
Aww, merci ma cherie!! I hope to see you soon! xoxoxo
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