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It is a funny old life....




Viewers of Forrest Gump may not consider him to be the most intelligent ever created but he sure does have some wise words to utter throughout the film.

I was speaking with my pal Claire tonight and we were talking about how it is a funny old life. You really do not know where the winding road of life will lead you. Even just recently, life has taken some funny turns and I feel that I am a much better person for turning.

One example is Aberdeen. Until two weeks ago (roughly) I thought I was moving to Glasgow in October. I was making plans. My pals were helping me organise a flat, New Years, my new life. Then my boss called me aside and swung me a curve ball. He offered me a store in Aberdeen, in mid September. I took the offer. And now I am a tenant in Aberdeen, sharing a flat with my best friends boyfriend who I met for the first time in a non-social setting yesterday. Thankfully, we get on fabulously well and I am very much looking forward to our new Aberdonian adventure!

(Big thank you to Claire for all of her help in getting the flat. Sorry about our practical joke. We love you really)

Another example, is a new friend I have acquired. He was a friend of a friend who I have been intrigued by over the past few years, as every time I heard stories about him from our mutual friend Tif, I always thought that he sounded very interesting. Then I got an email, to say that he was coming to Europe and could our mutual friend pass on my details to him. Having travelled solo myself, and knowing how nice it is to have a name of a contact,  I naturally said yes. I am so glad that I have, because he has arrived in Scotland, and has gifted me with fabulous conversation, fascinating tales and frequent excursions to plays, shows and adventures. Oh! And chocolate. My house mate and I are pretty chuffed to have met him and are currently plotting how we can keep him forever. Thanks Tif!

I am currently in the firm belief that you need to embrace whatever is thrown on your path. Since May, that has very much been my philosophy and I things have been pretty wonderful (though stressful at times). It just shows that itis ridiculous to over plan. You never know where you will end up!



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