Another one follows soon after

I’ve received my second postcard. It arrived this morning as I was ready to leave the house. It was bought and written in Geneva, Switzerland but posted from Paris. Peter admitted to not having time to write and post the postcard before catching a plane back to Paris. Bless him, at least he tries.

Before writing this entry, I watched a film…. a cheesy one titled “The Lost Valentine”. It was one of those films you get stuck watching because there really isn’t much to watch on TV despite the fact that you have over 80 channels to choose from and you don’t feel like doing anything constructive (having been lazy for over a year now, I seldom find anything constructive to get involved in).

Anyway, I got stuck into this film and by the end of it I was saying to myself: “Wow, I wish I’m loved by someone as much as this woman (Betty White) loves her husband in his absence.” I had to snap out of it and remind myself that it was a cheesy made-for-TV movie. But it made me realise that by Peter sending me a postcard once a week gives me something so seemingly obscure from him to treasure and touch and feel while we don’t see each other. It really is quite endearing.

I guess I’m missing Peter (which 30 year old watches a full movie whose main character is played by Betty White?). This is the longest time I haven’t seen him for since we met in November 2011. He really used to spoil me by making an effort to see me nearly everyday till the 12 June 2012, the day he left for Paris. I’ve never been so spoiled in all my life, it really is a WONDERFUL feeling to be made to feel so special.

Last week someone told me that they wouldn’t want to be in my situation i.e being on a different continent as my husband. Her exact words were, “it must be like being single with a distant sense of commitment”. My initial thoughts were, “that’s why you’re single, you want everything to be perfect all the time,” but that wasn’t a nice thing to think let alone say out loud (and people who know me well know that the filter between what I think and say seldom works) so I held my tongue (bless ME). I told her the truth, something someone close to me in a similar situation said to me, Peter and my current situation is a means to getting what we want.

Anyway, enough of the gooey stuff and on to the more mundane. Just so everyone knows, I managed to find myself a contract job in Paris. I officially started today and will continue to work from home once I’m in Paris. Lets hope it all goes well. I have to thank my new “boss” for being so patient, I really did drag my feet on accepting the offer. I honestly have become so lazy since I stopped working full time. Wish me luck or rather wish my boss luck….

Postcard No.2’s contents

Written in Switzerland but posted from Paris

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