After some scheduling considerations, I came up with the count of 5 parties in one week. Who's gonna complain? Not me! (Thanks to peaceful_dragon!!!)
However, I gotta say that after my second pantsless parties I attended, I think that they are somewhat overrated.
I have my sexy black dress selected for the next Christmas party at work. I love that dress...
On London love and reunion
I decided to announce my dream and project to my family during the Christmas holiday. I know that my mom will freak out (she already did when I left for only two weeks, last October), but she'll have to manage. I am very determined. So far, nobody tried to discourage me, au contraire, and even if they did, it's not gonna change how I feel and what I have felt.
I'll always remember how I felt while I was walking by myself underground inside the tube system, watching the people and scenery, listening to people's conversations and the announcer on the speakerphone telling about stations being closed or something and me, totally frenzied about where I am and what my senses perceive. Their accents (I looooove!), the beautiful place, the connection possibly impossible to explain, the colours, the flavours of the place. I felt overwhelmed by a feeling comparable to a little school-girl who is finding heaven or is having her first true violent orgasm and laughs inside so widly. And I was there smiling so badly, refraining myself from laughing out of too much joy, while walking in the metro. It really happened. First time ever. And it was there.
Some people shared their concerns about the possibility I might not want to come back to Canada if I love it too much down there or that I might meet an handsome Brit and fall in love with him. While that makes me laugh, I must admit that the chances of that happening are somewhat pretty low, given that apparently, over there, it is women who make the moves on men and not vice-versa, and also given that I haven't fallen in love for more than 10 years now. Why would it happen all of a sudden, in such a temporary moment of my life? Anyway, I find myself too warm and outgoing for Brit love.
Next step in the process: documentation. I am expecting a shipment of books on the very subject. Oh Merry Christmas to me! I know what I'll be doing during this beautiful 10-days off work... 8-D
For now, I am focussed on one thing: if it is meant to happen, it'll resolve itself without forcing too much. I understand that it would have probably been easier to pick Belgium or Dresden (Germany) for my European move, as my company has sites there, but it shows that I decided to go for what my guts told me instead of what's "easy".
About my inner European
Today, I felt very very European, or should I say, non-American, when I exposed my whole philosophy about nudity and nudism to some of my Quebecois colleagues. It is really weird for me to listen to their views and realize that where I stand actually comes from Europe. I do get along really well with my friends from Austria and France on that aspect. Free the body!
Ok, enough of my Europe babbling. YES, I want to go back. All right. Today, my boss made a joke about shipping me to Belgium with a box of pandemic flu samples on my knees next Friday night. I wish it were for real. ;-)