'Tis grand

They say the essence of good storytelling is conflict. Every tale needs a bit of drama. A bad guy. Some build-up of tension.

I’ve been racking my brains trying to come up with something juicy to write. Alas, nothing. The problem is, life is good. So good. And while that is great for me, enthralling blog writing it does not make.

The chances I’ve been taking are paying off. The new job has turned out to be a good move. The work is interesting, the people switched on (which does make me a little nervous) and they sent me to New York in the second week with a promise of more trips to come. Business class. Um, perfect!

My new home is a winner. I’ve living with two Australians and so far we’re getting along well - no conflict there. (Although it is a little strange living in London with Australians, spending most of my day talking with Americans). I’m ridiculously close to some fantastic places, including a café that serves a mean breakfast and dreamy latte (they must be Australian). My daily routine consists of waking up (late), strolling to the café for coffee and continuing the walk to work via some of London’s most glitzy landmarks - and still getting in by nine.

Family and friends are making their way over to my side of the world in preparation for the Festival of Me. And while that dirty thirty milestone has never been closer, the biggest concern about it I have is deciding whether we will have wild boar ‘hunted locally’ or lobster and duck at the private dinner we’ve organised while staying at a Spanish villa. Sickening, I know.

Life did try to knock me off my high horse and make me tread dirt for a little while. I recently went to Paris for the weekend - however Air France had other ideas about where I should be vacationing and sent my luggage to Cardiff instead. (Intriguingly, Air France doesn’t fly to Cardiff). And while that had the potential to send me off the rails, the worst of it was that I was without my laptop for a week and had to deal with some infuriating customer service in the meantime. Oh, and I got to do some free shopping. In Paris. So see, I can’t even really complain about that too much.

In short, life is grand. Which seems a little odd. I’ve been trying to get to this point for a while, and now that I’m here I don’t quite know what to do with myself. I feel I need to be dealing with some sort of crisis. I suppose drama is one addiction I need to kick.

I know, I know. Boring.