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Little things I'm thankful for... 05/12/11

It has been a while since I've been on this, I'm totally technologically naked at the moment. Sigh.
But while I'm here I'm going to be uber positive
And tell you about all the great things that I have going for me at the moment
because it is nice to be positive
especially on the run up to Christmas.


- I'm thankful for that wonderful little thing called love.
The move over was tougher than we thought it was going to be but no matter how hard things got, all I had to do was look at my James and I knew that we were going to be ok. It may sound smug. If so, well it is up to you if you see it that way. I'm just glad that I have him in my life and I look forward to the adventure that we are on together even if the hills are metaphorical as well as physical!



-I am thankful for my family.
They have been such a big support to us since we left Ireland. They sent us away in style. More so than we ever imagined. I only wish I had been able to see more of them before I left. But I will be home in 2012. Hopefully I will see them then.


- I am thankful for James' family
They have shown us such kindness and hospitality since we have come over and it has been wonderful getting to know them all a little bit better. It is especially lovely to get to know his little nephews and niece that are here. They are adorable! And they all have such strong personalities. I look forward to getting to know everyone a lot better.
 

-I am thankful for our friends
When I feel a little down about this or that I know that when I log onto facebook or my email account there will be a message waiting for me. I have even received letters and cards which those of you who know me will appreciate is my favourite thing in the world! Keep them coming amigos!

- I am thankful for humour
It has gotten us through some awkward situations, like when James' mum told people that we were married and then we met them all during a fire alarm and had to talk about our "special day". Or when we went and saw some terrible flats and James had a running commentary on all of them "If I bend to the left when I'm sitting on the couch I'm pretty sure I can aim straight into the flippin' toilet", or when my phone died on the morning of my first interview and James and I sat and laughed for a good twenty minutes when at first all I wanted to do was cry.

- I am thankful that we have gotten jobs. They may not be exactly what we are hoping to do with our lives, in fact they are not even close, but the pay our bills and they give us the time to focus on the things that we want to focus on. I'm giving myself 12 months to be published. Yes that means I must finish something that I have started but why not? If you reach for the stars you may reach the top of your mountain, if you aim for the top of your mountain you will only reach half way.

- I am thankful for Edinburgh.
Weird this one. Why should I be thankful for a city? Well let me tell you.
I am thankful for the beautiful architecture that I get to look at every morning.
I am thankful for the enthusiasm that absorbs this city this time of the year.
I am thankful for the pleasantness of the people that I work with and I encounter daily.
I am thankful that it makes me feel at home.

-Finally, 
I am thankful that I have been able to share this.
I feel that people always wait until there is a death to show how they really feel.
I would rather let people know how much they mean to me.
It is better that way I think.


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