New friends

So I’ve made a new friend recently and I did the brave thing by asking him to join me for drinks with my friends (Eeek!).

When I say that we are “new” friends…….I have known him for years through a mutual friend, but only in the last couple of months have I been getting to know him a little bit better.
We’ve texted numerous times…….and I made the conscious decision to keep that mind set of “whatever happens, happens”.

It is important for me to make new friends – and if they are male that is even better.

Well he came out and joined me for drinks (*Fist punches the air*)

It is the first time I have seen him in person for well over a year.
By the end of the night I just wanted to kiss him, which tells me that I am definitely interested in him and there was chemistry there.
When I got home, we texted for another 2 hours.
Some say the strongest relationships start out as friendships first.
I have also heard that two people with broken hearts can slowly heal and build a strong foundation together.
So although we both have some healing to do, I now look toward the brighter future with a supportive man in my life.

Day by day, step by step.

I must admit that I am a little scared to allow myself to be completely vulnerable.
BUT I also know that if you don’t take the leap of faith, you might risk losing out on something special.
And if it isn’t meant to be a long term thing, then I will mourn its passing, and move on with my life.

It’s never easy to think about starting over, it takes courage and strength, but let’s face it, I am a strong and brave woman after all.

The waiting game

So here I sit, waiting for good news on the sale of my house.

We received our first offer in a few days ago and we sit with baited breath, waiting to hear if the prospective buyers finances are approved.
I have such a good feeling about these people – from the moment they parked in the driveway and we chatted animatedly about the hot Durban summer to the chit chatting afterwards about their ideas for the property.
I sincerely hope that they are the ones who get to see their child raised in my house.
I am going to miss this beautiful house though.
But I mustn’t dwell on this…..I need to remain focused.
My new home is a teeny tiny house which dwarfs in comparison, but it will be mine!
My own personal happy place.
I cannot wait to move in and start living my new life as a strong, independent woman.
The foreign thought of doing “whatever the hell I like” makes me grin like a Cheshire cat.