“i am thinking it’s a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images, and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned…”
Everything happens for a reason. It does. Don’t argue mmmk. I woke up, not so long ago, and thought to myself ‘why am I sitting in this glass pod? why am I not dancing around South Africa in golfing attire with my long-leggy-blonde friend?! why would I think of skipping out on the wedding of the year…a.k.a a big, amazing Knysna reunion?! what was I thinking when I decided to work an 8.45-6 (yes, not even just 9-5) job, even if it did involve making a butterfly and a bumble bee talk, instead of skinny-dipping on magical islands in Thailand and dancing my face off to The Jezabels live in Hong Kong?’ I mean really, come on. Time for a change…But what if I was making the wrong decision? This worried me. Well, thank you fate- you old chum, you, because it turns out it was 100% the most perfect, amaze-balls decision I’ve ever made!!
I woke up a few days ago to a message from my friend/ ex-colleague saying our company decided to turn public, meaning they had to cut at least 1/3 of the employees, including himself and ME, if I’d still been there. Immediate reaction: WHAT!!!! Do you mean to tell me that if I’d stayed in the company and skipped Thailand, The Jezabels, SOUTH AFRICA <3, a fairytale wedding AND a trip home to Scotland, that what...I'd just have lost my job anyway?! OH BABY, thank you FATE! Thank you gut instinct, thank you to all the friends who were like 'just quit, come play!' THANK YOUUU UNIVERSE! You see, sometimes you must just follow your heart. Something or someone, somewhere, told me to leave, and I did, and VOILA! It was totally the right thing to do Sigh…
And as if that wasn’t enough to blow my little mind, I decided it was time to buy a bicycle for home. There isn’t any way I’m paying bus prices here, and I can’t drive (I know, lame…) and so off I went in search of a new Bluebell…not that she can ever actually be replaced…no way. But as soon as I walked into the second-hand store, I was drawn, by force, to a little loner bicycle in the corner. She was purple, she was rusty, it was love at first sight. She even folded in half. She had space for a basket and a bell. She was almost perfect. Done. I attempted to ride a few others, but nothing felt as soft and right as she did. Haha. So, off I skipped, bicycle in hand, ready to give her a name and show her off around the village.
I got in the car and opened the little tag that was attached to her. Her birth certificate… NO WAY! What date was she finished being worked on…a.k.a her birthday…? None other than the best day ever…MY birthday!! Of course. Why else would I be drawn to her like a magnet?! Because it was meant to be…Why? Because my lovies, everything DOES happen for a reason.
Now I can officially announce that she has been named Nu-bell (because she’s new, she’s cool and she’s feminine (nu in Chinese means female). Big shout out to Gareth for the suggestion! Bluebell, Nu-bell…what’s going to be next in Taiwan? Ideas are welcome
If you have an old bicycle or are looking to find a funky new ride, then go here and have a peek! The Bike Station is located in Edinburgh, Glasgow and Perth. They’re Scotland’s largest bicycle recycling organisation and they actually go out and seek old, abandoned bikes and turn them into brand-new creations. I’m excited because this weekend I’m going to check out the Perth store to see what goodies they have. I should probably lower my expectations because when I dream of my ideal bicycle…it looks a little like these:
‘So, will we able to cycle everywhere? With everyone? In all the alleys? Past all the temples and stuff…?!’
‘Umm…kind of…’ : /
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm is not something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right into the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand does not get in, and walk through it, step by step. There is no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That is the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.”
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
Dancing my face off to MGMT ‘Kids’ in a forest, at a music festival, in Taiwan. Surrounded by new friends, twirling and jumping, not giving a damn what people think of me, because no-one knows me here…or do they?! Of all places, I did not expect to hear someone calling my name at an indie fest in a forest. Least of all, someone I actually know. But that’s precisely what happened. I spun around when I realised that it wasn’t the lyrics, it wasn’t my new friends and it certainly wasn’t a random Taiwanese forest creature. It was a boy from my literature class, from when I was an exchange student in Guangzhou-China, back in 2009. Of course. And seriously, what are the chances? These strange, coincidental encounters keep happening to me, in the most random places…