Snippets from Home (part 2).

After I soaked up a bit of home, I set myself off to Prague to visit my brother H and his girlfriend A and eventually to bring H home for the weekend.

We went to a pub that serves 50 different types of beer. Now, I am not a beer girl, I choose wine over beer anytime. However, I tasted a few really really tasty pints (or half-litres as it is in Czech) and for that evening I was a convert. Up until we moved to a different bar that was offering excellent piña coladas. Because lets face it, pineapple tastes better than barley.

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In the morning the two of them had to go to work and I had a day in Prague to myself. I made the silly mistake of packing my relatively new Doc. Martens with me because I sincerely believed they were broken in already. They weren’t, lesson learnt. But even with painful feet I had a lovely time in sunny Prague.

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In the afternoon I picked my brother up at work and we drove back home together. So the last two days before I left we spent at home all of us as a family. The weather did not disappoint and we did a lot of lazying in the sun, catching vitamin D.

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And because the best tan happens while working (not lying) in the sun (my parent’s brilliant raising strategy), one afternoon we went to help Dad plant some trees in the garden.

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In the evening we barbecued some fish and vegetables and enjoyed a warm spring evening by the fire.

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Yes, I still play with my food…

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My birthday was in March, however my mum insisted on making me my favourite pie that with the help of a few candles was transformed into a birthday pie. It was so delicious! Quark, ground poppy seeds and plum jam…..

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Chilling in my favourite spot.

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Lilacs were blossoming everywhere! When I was little I wanted to get married in May so I could have lilacs as my bridal flowers…

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It was hard to leave. It always is. But knowing that I’d be back soon for my friend’s wedding made things easier and I was able to leave without tears. Me and Mum always cry the day before I go so we don’t complicate my departure :) But pst, it’s our secret ;)

Snippets from Home (part 1).

I am back in London after one week at home. The word ‘home’ is a tricky one.  The day I left  London I had my diary marked  ‘Going home’ and for the day coming back to London ‘Coming back home’.  Thus I went home from home, both ways…

Anyway, it’s  better having two homes than one I guess, so I don’t break my head about it too much.

My Dad picked me up at the airport and there was a three hour drive ahead of us through this tricolour of Czech springtime countryside.

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I had the most amazing time as I always do, I rested my mind and my body and I talked more than my mouth could take.

But first things first, when we arrived home my dad took me for a little walk ‘around our homestead’. It’s a little ritual when Dad updates me on how home currently looks, what has changed and what is planned for the future. I love it so much!

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Making our way up the garden, I knew we were heading to the forest. Yes, forest. The past few years my Dad has been successfully transforming our garden into a forest…

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…and he’s so proud of every single tree he planted.

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To my Dad’s annoyance, Mum likes to walk around choosing Christmas trees…

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…but we all know she likes the forest as much as Dad does. And not only because of the mushrooms.

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The walk ended just outside of the house where I was introduced to the anchor. Dad’s newest treasure. He found it, don’t ask me.

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The week was filled with sunshine, good food, and plenty of chatting! I did not get done anything I planned to and I should finally grow out of planning my time at home apart from simply being around my family. Because that is the real reason I go home.

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And to make the bright days even brighter, I kept in touch with Mr. J as he was sincerely missed.

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More to come tomorrow.

Old Friends.

Today was my second day at home. Both of these days I was busy with catching up, laughing, eating & drinking. The best kind of busy if you ask me.
Today, the sunshine finally came to say hello and so I decided to visit some of my old friends in the neighbourhood.

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Some of them were a bit upset I haven’t showed up for such a long time, but nothing a bouquet of flowers couldn’t fix.

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Farewell to Uni.

It’s Sunday morning and Mr. J is still asleep. I should be packing my suitcase but instead it seems like the perfect time for me to sit and tidy my thoughts. So here I am sipping on green tea and listening to Imogen Heap. Music is back in my life! I am one of the people who can’t work with any noise on so noise-cancelling headphones were my best friend last year but now our household (to Mr. J’s joy) can once again become the place where music never stops playing.

I finished my degree on Friday and my brain is really slow at digesting this information. I spent the most of yesterday trying to slow down. It feels like running and passing the finish line; one never stops right away, but slows down and slows down until eventually one stops. I passed the finish line on Friday and I am trying to slow down. It’s weird and dream-like. I don’t have to feel guilty anymore (however my brain is desperately trying to find reasons for it) which has been the biggest treat for me. ‘Guilt’ was one of the overused words in my vocabulary for the past few years and suddenly it’s gone and it feels surreal. Does procrastination still exist? I wasn’t sure yesterday if I was procrastinating or not while reading the news, blogs and even doing the washing.

I have so many plans for the transition period between student and….an employee (I guess) but first things first. Today I am going to spend the whole day with the person I love the most and at night I am flying home. Home to the Czech Republic, to Tabor, to my parents house, to that one safe place in the world where it smells of freshly cut grass and life passes so so slowly. Home, where the floors are always clean and shiny and food grows in the fridge. That home, you know. And as much as I am looking forward to the countryside, food, and chilling in the sun, what I am looking forward to the most is this:

Long chats with my Mum in the kitchen over a cup of coffee.

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My Mum, who will never think I am too old to sleep in the same bed with me.

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Going on trips with my Dad (who sometimes likes to forget that I am actually a girl)…

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…and on walks in the woods.

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(this happened)

My older brother who will never grow out of teasing me.

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(I honestly don’t know why I was wearing 3d glasses, my town does not even have a 3d cinema)

Cocktail o’clock with my Dad in the AM hours.

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Baking with Mum and Grandad.

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And all of us chilling in my bed drinking champagne.

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Sadly Mr. J is not coming with me this time as his uni days are still not over. But we’ll work something out, because we always do:

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Life is great again and I will do anything I can to keep it this way because I missed it!

And now my friends, I am going to dance in the kitchen with Mr. J while making pancakes. Because that’s what Sundays are for.

Long Weekend.

With me finishing my degree on Friday and Mr. J’s Tuesday dissertation deadline, there unfortunately wasn’t much hope for the bank holiday weekend. Most of it was spent glued to our chairs and sofas working away and watching the sunshine lick the balcony door. But hey, it was lovely to be working with bare feet and the windows wide open so I can’t complain. Even though, I really want to :) because some moments were more desperate than others..

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However, somehow we managed to fetch a few moments and get our pasty bodies out in the sun! Mr. J put shorts on and after staring at his own legs for a bit too long stated: ‘I haven’t seen my legs or feet for ages, need to check they’re ok.’ I must admit, I was also rediscovering my legs, the old scars, and…well scheduling some leg shaving ;)

On Sunday I did some practical work outside, which explains the toilet rolls in my hands.

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And on my way back I passed this pink street and couldn’t resist parking my bike and snapping a few pictures. Officially my first cherry blossom tree pictures of this year so expect an overload. Because come on you have not seen enough pictures of cherry trees in the blogging world :)

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Today in the afternoon Mr. J and I had an ice-cream randevouz among cherry trees again.

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No photos of Mr. J as he was covered in chocolate and refused to be photographed. On the other hand, I don’t mind being photographed covered in chocolate :)

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Or in cherry blossoms as a matter of fact..

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