Grand European Life

I have been living a grand European life the past weeks and month. Work trips, weekend trips, family trips, friends visiting and walks through sunny, springy, sparkly streets. There is something unique about Europe in the spring. The misery of the past months gives way to a mindset where everything is wonderful: pints on the sidewalk outside the pub, a morning walk to work, wearing a summer skirt, being cold in your summer skirt at night but not too cold to need a jacket, yummy mummy's sitting in cafes all day long, construction workers getting back to cat calling after a long hard winter of not having anything to look at but girls in big North Face jackets. It's a great time and it feels so much more special than a sunny day in a place where sunny days are a dime a dozen.

To some extend I feel like I have been living the very life which in theory is exactly the life I envision. In other words if it was your life or the life of some darling girl in an airport news stand novel, I'd be just a little bit envious. I am living in a big diverse city, jet setting everywhere all the time, being at home in pretty much all those places I visit because I visit them so much, carrying four currencies in my wallet (yeah, somehow the euro has not gone all the way yet), being able to hop on a flight last minute to see family in random seaside towns in Eastern Europe just because, having friends pop in from all over the world at a day's notice, living in the greatest little neighborhood, knowing all kinds of interesting people who make me do interesting things, having the money to harvest those cute flowery dresses on Portobello Road, trying the food in all the ridiculously overpriced yet enticing looking restaurants, being young enough not to need much money to have fun, biking to work and did I mention all the fun weekend trips? Yes, so life is pretty damn good. I could totally see newly acquired husband and I live like this from now until the cows come home. However, despite the fact that it IS all very great and fun, it seems just a little bit boring. Maybe because it is so easy or maybe because there is a routine to it?

I am a bit upset that less friends will pop in en route to somewhere when we are in Singapore, and that we are pretty much half way across the globe from our families and that Singapore is not known for it's Italian food, but somehow the thought of staying in Europe and continuing this grand European life seems dull. Maybe once I have conquered Singapore in a similar way, 'Asia' will seem a bit boring and easy and obviously there will be a routine. Maybe I will want that ease and routine then or else we'll have to move on. I just hope we don't ever run out of continents.