First We Take Manhattan, Then We Take Berlin
Apologies for the lack of blog updates - I have been too busy actually living and having a fucking brilliant time. Initially after breaking up with Paul, my ex boyfriend, I went through a natural mourning phase; I could hardly think straight, let alone update my blog.
However, I slowly but surely began to feel like I was getting back to myself. I slowly became the girl that I was when I first moved to Scotland - enthusiastic, happy, loving and outgoing. I haven't felt that in so long. It's only with distance that I realise, I had been suffocated. I was not myself. I thought that I wouldn't be able to imagine life at 31 and single. Again. But you know what? It's been one of the most exciting and happiest short periods of my life.
At the end of February, I also decided to go to Berlin very last minute for four days. I went by myself and relished being able to do what I wanted and when I wanted: I rented a bike, cycled the city, went out to dinner alone and went to bars to listen to jazz. Berlin - what a city. If I knew German, I would seriously consider moving there. After Glasgow, it's officially one of my most favourite cities. In fact, I have already booked my trip back although this time for six days and with a girl friend of mine. I simply cannot wait.
In the meantime, I am looking forward to moving at the end of March and just living the way I used to.