If you have a condition that makes you want to travel, travel and never stop traveling, then moving right next to the airport is a very bad choice. Every time you see a plane take off, your heart starts racing and you know you’d love to be in that plane as well. It does not even matter where it goes.

It happens at every take off. And there are plenty of those throughout the day! But other than wanting to pack my things and go, I remember this specific song. It’s Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars. Well, planes in my case. And the need to just get moving is replaced by this acute desire to just lie down somewhere in my garden and chase planes in our heads, holding hands, saying nothing… (more…)

Lingering in bed, in the aftertaste of passion, warmth and good food. Making an effort to finally get up and have coffee on the terrace. Mine with a little milk, yours with a wee bit more sugar. We’d then shower and change and go out for a while. Walking, hand in hand, breathing in the Sunday air. Empty streets, laziness, quietness, sun rays and the heat.

We’d stop somewhere for a quick bite, watching a lake, any lake in this city. We’d talk about everything and anything, sometimes even noticing what music they’re playing. We’d then make our way home, dragging our feet and taking the afterglow of our lunch thoughts in. We’d stop and kiss, you’d tell me that you love me, I’d tell you the same.

At home, we’d each do our own thing for a little while. You’d be working on some project. I’d be finishing the fifth book in the Sookie Stackhouse series. We’d then drift off in each others arms and wake up later, when it’s cooler. Just in time to enjoy the evening. We’d go over to our friends’ house for dinner. We’d laugh a lot. And come home to make love. Our kind of love. All ready for a new week!

I really believe Sundays should be the best days. Fun, light, shared with the people you love. Not mushy, not sad. They should definitely not feel like the end of a week, but as the foreplay of a new one. Another week of good and bad thrills, of routine and of new tricks. So while I’m waiting for my perfect Sunday to happen, I thought I’d share it with you. Maybe it helps you make yours better . I am now chatting with a friend, doing a bit of work, and listening to some pretty awesome music. I’m still lingering in today’s morning. Which might not be just perfect, but it’s pretty damn good!

I’m not really into extremely girlish things. But this one keyboard for blondes is pink, it’s funny and I think I need to have it! Like the intro says “Tres, tres cool!” I think something like this is bound to put a smile on your face and make your day better http://www.keyboardforblondes.com/

If you’ve reached a point in your life where you’ve realized you don’t really know everything about yourself and can really shock everyone (you included), why are you still taken by surprise by things you haven’t forseen? It’s crazy! Take is on an as is basis, allow yourself a “Wow, really?” moment and move on. Stop overanalyzing!