Moved into my new `batchellor pad´ yesterday and have settled in nicely. The apartment is in a great location in town, a minutes walk from Moynihan´s and The Warm Up! Only trouble is I used to spend a fair amount of time in both establishments already and now am likely to spend even more! Oh well, I can live with that.
My family came to my rescue with getting the apartment so quickly (actually within 12 hours of me asking) and I´m very grateful. A special thanks to bro´ who set the wheels in motion and sorted everything out, absolutely everything including moving all my stuff. I love you very much.
The next chapter in my ever-changing life has started. I look forward to all that may be coming my way but also feel sad for what I have lost and left behind.
A lot of the plans of the last 4 years have now been cancelled. The house in the country, the guest house, the pets, the March trip to Lisbon, the June trip to Sweden...no longer schedulled. That fills me with sadness.
There is irony in the title of this post, as you may have noticed already. Irony in as much as it is almost impossible to see paradise through a veil of tears, loneliness, heartache and disappointment.
Paradise Lost... for the time being at least.
It is now time to rebuild and move on. This time hopefully with more caution and less haste.
Easier said than done, in my case anyway.