Did I tell you I love Sundays?

I may have, but I’ll tell you again.

Last Sunday I spent with my lovely friend and partner in crime Anna Kosmanovski. We run a news blog called Stories of Geelong together and every time we get together we have hour long conversations about arts, life and following your dreams. After a meeting with Anna I always feel like I could do anything I want. In fact, Anna was the one who encouraged me to start this blog.

Sunday we had lunch together. Sean was there too with his very cool t-shirt.

I made iced coffee with a dollop of my home made ice cream.

Then Sean left and Anna and I spent the whole afternoon in the the sun, listening to jazz and talking about books. And dreaming about Paris. Someday.

Then we had some home made ice cream.

Why I love Sundays

Because I can stay in bed for however long I want. This morning I stayed in bed until 11am and finished my book ‘Lunch in Paris’. I highly recommend this book, it offers some interesting insight into cross-cultural relationships and living in another country. And then there were those delicious recipes.

Because I can have late breakfast outside. We had oats with nice coffee brewed in our plunger. Because I can go for a drive, a walk or do exactly what I want. We went for a drive to the Sunday Markets at the Showgrounds, but we were too late, everyone was packing up. We’ll have to return next Sunday.

Because I can make sandwiches and eat them out in the sunshine.

Because I can start another book because I finished the previous one.

I did. Then I read it outside while Sean was sitting next to me finishing up ‘The Great Gatsby’.

 I love Sunday simply because I can do exactly what I want.

Someday I will move to Paris

There is something about Paris. As a writer, chef and hopeless romantic I just want to pack up my things and go live there. Now.

I’m reading a book called ‘Lunch in Paris’ at the moment. It is a love story about an American girl who marries a French man and moves to Paris to write and cook. A couple of recipes follow each chapter. Beautiful stories about food, love and finding yourself in a new country. It offers such interesting perspectives on culture differences and relationship, and I can relate to so much of it.

And then there is Paris. Again I am finding myself falling for this beautiful city. My heart has gone on the plane and landed in Paris without me. It begs me to come after.

I was lying on my bed reading the book and getting lost in the idea of living in Paris. Sean was reading his book next to me. I turned towards him.

‘I want to move to Paris’

‘Sure, I’d love to live in Europe. And it’ll be close to your parents too.’

Oh Sean, how I love you.