This weekend I am on my yearly pilgrimage to Hawkes Bay for lots of drunken giggles, reminiscing and something about a kids party. I already feel far too tired for this young person sort of behaviour and have no idea which particularly slapperish top I should take with me. But when I get there, have a few wines and wrestle the support knickers on, I get quite into the whole thing. Alcohol makes me attractive ya know… and the company is well worth the effort. It will be nice to be with a group of people who have known me (and all my mistakes) for well over half my life.
Napier is where I spent my married life too. My feelings for the place are admittedly fonder than my feelings toward my ex-husband… but I do think better of the marriage itself and there were some awesome times had that I will never regret and often think of. One thing you find about being married to an extrovert is that your time together is full of memories of fun and interesting events. Napping together in the afternoon is never such a lasting memory as drinking away the day at a vineyard, dancing through into the evening - even if they have equal charms.
So, I look forward to letting the past wash over me for a few days. At the very least I can expect to fully experience how far life has traveled since those days - good or bad. And I know I will laugh a great deal - the sort of laughing that makes you hoarse and heals a whole heap of emptiness.
Despite the hormonal horrors inching their way into my week, I am feeling very… uhm… content I guess. Work is getting interesting again after a rather dry spell, a future is cautiously laying itself in front of me, and there is a bit of magic making it’s presence felt. I am nervously excited as I feel things fall perfectly into place.