So much has happened in these past three to four weeks. I’ve been quite pensive lately, especially whilst I was in China —— I was in the midst of making a big decision then, and was questioning myself on all aspects of my life. It’s somehow remarkably easier to think things through when you’re away in a different place, foreign enough to not be subject to any preconceptions due to the familiarity of certain things. Needless to say, that China escapade was just what I needed to realign my priorities and get my thoughts straight.
The past week or two have also posed somewhat of a challenge, with regard to more personal affairs. At times like these, I’m especially thankful to have such amazing friends around me, and most of all, to be loved. It did take me a number of days, but I eventually stood up to the challenge of overcoming what I’d deem as one of the biggest obstacles I’d probably ever face (and it’s a process). I was reading an article a few days ago, and realised it had fantastic timing.
It’s that tender balancing act between knowing who you are and being grounded in who you are, and being open to other people’s opinions and thoughts, ’cause that’s really critical, but making sure you have a strong sense of self and have confidence about who you are.—— Michelle Peluso, CEO of the Gilt Groupe
The crisp glass and steel wonderland at Sanlitun on an early evening, possibly my most favourite place in all of the city. I strongly prefer the northern part of the area, called the Deck (the southern part is called the Piazza), which is relatively calmer without the throngs of sun-baked tourists flitting about with spoils from Armani and McQueen under their reddened wings.
I do miss China, in a sense. I miss the late mornings, savouring lie-ins and being tangled up between the sheets with the loved one, enjoying a leisurely lunch after much rolling about and being a technologically-inclined couple by tapping away at our respective iPads whilst lying down, with him curating on Flipboard while I type away in Evernote. I miss the post-lunch (or more appropriately, brunch) coffees at the local boutique cafés, and the post-coffee films back at the apartment before wandering out into the city streets come evening, exploring places and spaces worth exploring, taking pictures and browsing stores —— mainly bookstores —— and sitting at more cafés, pre-dinner. I miss the hearty dinners and chilly air, a welcome change from the high temperatures back home, and sitting at even more cafés post-dinner, or at times, a bar until late.
Although, with all that being said, it’s good to be back home too. Back to productivity, and a(n exciting) routine that works. I’ve started opening my own doors instead of waiting for them to be opened for me, and suffice to say, it works wonderfully. To add to that, now that the beau is finally back home as well, we’re looking at how we can move forward slightly, since he’ll be settling down in Malaysia for the time being. Nothing concrete as of yet though, just rough ideas being thrown around.
Listening to Coffitivity‘s Morning Murmur and Peggy Lee —— Why Don’t You Do Right. A friend introduced me to Coffitivity —— it basically streams the ambient noise of a coffee shop straight to your device —— yesterday, and I’m now having my first go at it, pairing it up with Peggy Lee’s sultry, dulcet croons. Best discovery ever. It’s like having my very own café, sans the coffee (for now). Pure ingenuity.
I was also getting lost in beautiful places, one of them being One Hyde Park in London. London still remains a dream and goal for the future, and as they say, aim high(est, in this case). I wouldn’t mind a place in the new Royal Mint Gardens as well, but who knows what the future holds. It’s exciting, to say the least. In the meantime, I’m perfectly happy with collecting interior ideas for my future place,
Credits to One Hyde Park
Sumptuous. Shared it with a friend ever so enthusiastically, gushing about how my future place shall look like that, and she’s now holding me to a promise of warm, freshly-baked cookies and some wine/champagne in said place. They call it accountability, apparently.
To new beginnings. As always, there’s a certain sweetness to be enjoyed.