Dear my loyal 5 readers, By now you will have realized that Gucci and I are no longer in Kansas (known to most as Marmaris). We have not left for good obviously as that would be plain silly. No, we have left for an interim of 2 months while we try to 'find ourselves'. Just where we have found ourselves is landing upon my parents at their pad in Spain, kinda living the high life and not doing much soul searching, but hey, so what right? Right. We have been here nearly 4 weeks and what have we found? We have found that I like to shop and laze around the pool when I am stripped of my day to day normal routine, and that Guc never wants to go home again. Dont get me wrong, I seem to have found myself another somewhat 'normal' routine right here. It goes something like this: Monday - Friday Wake up: 9am Start work: 9.15am Facebook (& work): 11.00am Shower: 12pm Gym: 1pm Swim: 3.50pm Work (& Facebook): 4.20pm Dinner: 6.15pm Dog Walk: 7pm Work: 8pm TV, Facebook & Work: 9pm Bed: 11pm Saturday I wake up thinking about partying. Instead I work, sunbathe, swim, take the dog for a walk, and, the highlight of my day is watching the X-Factor. I then retire to bed thinking about partying. Sunday I wake up wishing I had been partying but glad of having a clear (ish) head. So I crack on with working, sunbathing, swimming, dog walking, and, the watching of the X-Factor. I then retire to bed thinking about what I might have missed out on partying in Kansas/Marmaris. Kinda normal routine right? Well, yes if you wish to be on an alcohol & partying detox, but the problem is I do not... The friends that I had here once upon a time have all dispersed, leaving me well and truly bored every Saturday sodding night. Yep,its fair to say that when Saturday looms I find myself the chairman of the 'bored'. I do allow myself a glass of sparkling white and the odd 2 or 3 Sherry's as I am not on an actual detox here (and both are a treat as they are not readily available in Turkey), but then I start to get all twitchy and want to get my glad rags and dancing shoes on to bugger off out and party. This sad and sorry situation leaves me wishing that I had not indulged in the 4 glasses of sparkling white and 8 Sherry's in this mindless & stupid consumption of additional calories for no other reason than to sit at home wistfully watching the X Factor and wishing I was not the chairman of the 'bored'... Im guessing now that you know what I have I have found myself missing... Yes, it be the partying aspect of my 'not so glamorous' life at home in Marmaris. I miss waking up thinking that the world has been under alien attack with a signal being omitted in my area due to the horrendous pain that my head is going through. I miss not remembering where I lost a shoe or how I got home the night before. I miss my die hard partying friends. I suppose I should explain my madness/reasoning behind the great escape of Marmaris for a few months. Well, it was to see if I actually missed it, as I have no idea if I usually just miss Gucci when I travel, or if I actually miss Marmaris. You see you get stuck in a rut when you sit in the same rut for long enough, and a rut like Marmaris is a hard rut to get out of... One thing or another keeps dragging you back in with little or no way of escape if you let it take over. And, it did take over for a while. I am not ashamed to say that I had my butt stuck in the Marmaris rut, willing life to change, but the good thing was that I actually realized it had to change before I had a major melt down resulting in a mid life crisis... So I did what any semi sane socialite should, I packed a few pairs of knickers, drugged up the dog and let the experiment begin... The question is, has Dorothy (that would be me) and Toto (that would be Guc) actually missed Kansas? Nope. Not one little bit. Until now: Week 3.5 of the great escape. Yes people, the 'week 3.5 itch' has been born. Bloody Prometheus of a thing it is too. Is it just the parting and die hard party pals that I miss? No, but if I mention the boyfriend that I have found myself with back home in Marmaris then I cant label myself the last single girl standing anymore now can I!? But that dear loyal 5 readers is a different tale for a different blog... :) Only time will tell exactly what I will miss, and time is all I have (4.5 weeks worth of it) that shall be spent shopping in place of partying. At least my liver will be ready to rock when I do eventually return home. Wish me luck (and an miracle that manifests in an alcohol drinking party person), as I think Im going to need it :) XOXO
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