Party season.

Planning for a best friends 21st is sure damn exciting. Its pretty much a blank canvas with no holding back, not that there's a rule book, but if there was, thats what it would say.

Speeches are planned and the numerous stories this particular being has are limitless, the difficulty is narrowing down the wide selection.

Alcohol + friends and family + a room full of people + a birthday girl = one helluva night.

I even have a wee video up my sleeve, little does the guest of honour know (so don't tell).

Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

Dishing embarrasment is my fav.o.u.r.i.t.e game.

So in advance (by about two months, but thats not the point), happy birthday Mil. May our violent, adventurous, outrageous and unique friendship continue around the world as we travel and for many, many more years to come.

Snow way.

There is nothing like waking up, looking outside your bedroom window and being greeted by a beautiful white blanket hiding all else from view. SNOW! It has been years since my beautiful town has been blessed with snow. Its on par with 30 degree summer days, both rare and wonderful.

Rugged up in layers upon layers of clothing (looking and feeling 3 times my usual size which has benefits in added protection comforts). A friend and I spent the day with all the other 5 year olds (and the many of those our age acting like 5 year olds).

It is the day when rubbish bags become tabogan devices and winter comforts like soup and hot tea become up there with cellphones and laptops (or a roof over your head and safe love ones, depending on how materialistic you are).

My planned flight to Wellington was cancelled and delayed immeninently (as snow decides to settle and looks opposed to budging, another uncommon occurence here with snow normally followed by bright sunshine minutes later). But this fact I'm eagerly trying to erase from my thoughts (due to the fact the reason I was actually getting on that flight was kind of vital, think valid, legal entry into a country I plan to stay for more than 6 months...eek.)

But as I sit in front of a glorious fire, contemplating my weeks schedule and thinking of the best means to procrastinate that which I really have to do, the attempts of snowmen lie abandoned on the ground, remnants slowly melting away. The path of taboganning efforts remain distant reminders of the days unexpected joy, waiting for the future snowfall and reliable fun.

Limbo.

Currently in the midst of a prolonged period of nothingness. Waiting. Waiting for my dreams to take flight and months of organistion to come to fruition. Paris is a little over a month away and the realization of what I'm about to do is beginning to take effect. Cue: freak out. I'm a mad woman on a mission, I have visa's coming out my ears and am paper pushing like I didn't know possible (trees, forgive me, I WILL make it up to you.) A last minute flight to Wellington is around the corner and, I'm praying, will solidify the legal ability for me to enter France for a longer period of time than an idle holiday (and also prevents involving the law in my arrival).

Thoughts are churning, organisation, responsiblity, independence. C'est le test!

Filling the time by baking a delicious (albeit heavy on the waistline) batch of raspberry and white chocolate muffins, hot and steaming next to my waiting cup of tea. Fire is on, ugg boots snug on my chilled toes and the day is co-operating, it appears snow is on its way!