It’s no secret that I like Google. And I like Google even more when it reminds me that seven long years ago I went on holiday to Barcelona to a lovely bunch of people.
SEVEN YEARS! When I saw that number I was a little shocked. Has it really been that long? The memories of that holiday are still so vivid. Starting with getting to the check-in desk at Luton airport and finding out that you accidentally forgot the first name of one of your closest friends. Sorry Mel! And having the shock of my life when the tire of your rental explodes in an underpass in the middle of the city. During rush hour.
Excuse me while I attempt to kick-off something that might vaguely resemble a regular feature on this blog of mine.
I’m sentimental when it comes to memories. The Christmas we spent in Portugal with the least Christmas-y lunch ever. What Anish and I wore on our first date. The last meal I had with a bunch of guys, before we all went down separate career paths, after working together for a year. Going to my first convention and being part of that group.
I don’t let myself look back that often. Just occasionally. It’s the future you’ve got to look forward to. Here I’m going to let myself look back once a week. Or maybe every two weeks. (Let’s see how this goes, shall we?)
A big part of me wishes I could stick to some sort blogging schedule. Mid-week updates. Friday updates. Beginning of the week updates. Anything. But, they’d be a bit pointless. My every day life isn’t interesting enough to be blogging about.
This random mid-week update is brought to you with something that is definitely more interesting that the everyday routine. I’m off to Portugal tonight! I’ve got 10 hours of flying to get me to Lisbon with another couple of hours in the car to get me home. Well, mum and dad’s home.
This trip to Portugal’s a bit impromptu. See, I’ve been invited to speak at an Mediapost’s Email Insider Summit in Portugal. I remember seeing emails about this conference, thinking how great it’d be to be able to go seeing as it’s only half an hour away from mum and dad. And now I’m going!
Today marks my 1 year anniversary of moving to Bahrain. ONE YEAR! I’m going to use that scientifically inaccurate phrase – time has flown by.
To use another terribly over-used phrase, you could say it’s been an adventure. Moving so far from the UK, the country that’s been my home FOREVER. The real adventure’s been being able to have a life, together, with Anish. We were long distance for a couple of weeks shy of a year, before I moved to Bahrain. So it felt good to finally be able to start our lives together. That’s been the real adventure of moving here. For me.
At the end of last year, one of my blog resolutions for this fair blog was to bring more me to my posts. Five months into this year, I’m not entirely convinced I’ve been very successful about that thus far. While I’ve posted some more of my adventures here in Bahrain, I don’t think the posts have had much of a personal level. Perhaps I’m being over critical. Actually, I just want to do something about it.
While I want to bring more me into this blog and what I write here, I’m wary of not going over that line of over-sharing. Being open and honest, but knowing not all things need to be published and the world made aware of them. That’s fair, right?