7 September (part 2)
‘hey, sorry for not having got back to you. i’ve not really been in one place for all that long (my parents ended up renting the algarve flat out for the whole of august right through until the 10th Sept). Also, my parents seem to arguing a far bit at the moment and so my sisters place hasn’t been the greatest place to be at all times (they are waiting for their lisbon flat to be gutted and redecorated before moving out of my sisters into their own place. So I have just kept moving around between, my sisters, lisbon, the algarve and UK. I shall be heading out to the Algarve next week and will spend a week or two there. After that, back to London. I’ll probably look into flights back to India when I’m there. Will try to get a 6 month visa, head out to SE India and work it out from there. Although I am also interested in visiting northern India (the mountainous parts) as well as Nepal. Not sure where you are or what you’re doing. Let me know. Maybe we can meet up at some point?’
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‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
This is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
