Thursday, October 01, 2015

Another week has passed and I feel even more at home in this foreign country. The sun is low as I write and the moon has a strange glow to it, almost as if I am seeing it for the first time. 

I feel I can at last write about what it is in my heart, and I'm not going to be blase about my previous relationships - for they were meaningful - nor am I going to witter on about a new found love.

I am content with myself, because I am seeing myself for the first time. I have always been aware of my actions and I know how I look to most people, but to the new man in my life, he has opened my eyes, pointing out my effervescent facade within an instant and pulling and eking out the parts of me that I tend to hide. 

We joke that we knew each other in a past life, kindred spirits who were meant to find one another again. It is not such a love that will blossom and bloom, but rather it is a passion that inspires and listens, to help one another grow in ourselves, that will inevitably fall apart. He has experienced so much more of the world that only decades of life can teach, and I am still so young, so naive, despite my worldly claims.

He panders to my moods and whimsies, not out of politeness, but because he sees me hiding behind my brash exterior. He isn't afraid to call me out on my ever so slightly spoilt nature, and we are both confident enough to discuss our foibles. It's a little unnerving, only having known him for a little over a month that I am so transparent. I long to find out more about him, but he is still a little wary of me. Again, this was an insightful comment, as I never considered myself to be untrustworthy...

He is my looking glass, helping me to see what it is in me that he so loves. 

D. S.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Just a few hours shy of a month have I spent in the Orient, and though the first few days were a struggle as I acclimatised to the weather, the food, and the culture, I now feel incredibly comfortable here, despite being so far away from home. 

Where even is home?

If home is supposed to be where your heart is, then I suppose I am always at home, because I love my life and am constantly overwhelmed by the gratitude that fills my heart as I realise how fortunate I am to have these experiences and to share them with the most wonderful of friends. 

My days have been inundated with new learning as I listen to the wisdom of children. My evenings I spend soaking up the atmosphere of a city that has so much to offer in spite of its newness. Such a young city leads to many mistakes and misdemeanors of its own... And it's sometimes difficult to keep your head above water when you are the newest addition to a new city. 

Being tall and blonde may have its advantages, but it does mean that it is rather difficult to be inconspicuous, and my personality too, seems to have its drawbacks here in the Far East; this is a place where it is more favourable to be discrete and distinguished instead of ostentatious and gregarious. And as my past has shown, I do rather enjoy being the centre of attention. 

I still have much to learn, and with every day my confidence grows. 

There have been rumours that the Duke of Albany has also travelled East, and though we are on pleasant terms, I do not know if I am quite ready to see him on this side of the world. Especially when there are the most delectable men and women on this side of the world who think nothing of my caresses and knowing looks, but rather encourage my more licentious behaviour.

It's another country that I am letting crawl its way into my heart and I willingly call it home. 

D. S.

Saturday, September 05, 2015

There are no words to describe the view that lies before me. It is a landscape so foreign to me that I feel an alien in a country I have chosen to adopt me for the foreseeable future. Despite my yearning for adventure, I truly feel out of my depth in a world so vastly different from my own, but I'm learning. 

There are strange sights, smells and sounds every moment of every day; it is a sensory overload and I constantly feel overwhelmed by the newness of it all.

But I love it. 

I cannot explain the love I have for my life, and how grateful I am for this opportunity ~ the Far East is a delicate flower waiting to unfurl, with a hubbub of life at it's centre that is almost impossible to penetrate. 

The words that spring to mind are gaudy, ostentatious, luxurious, unbelievable, eccentric and foreign. Even my time in the City of a Hundred Spires or the Antipodes didn't prepare me for the onslaught of strangeness that the Orient has to offer. It is truly like nowhere else in the world, and I cannot express my love for this experience enough, though I have only been here a fortnight.

To be so far away from home and so joyously uncomfortable is a sensation I would highly recommend ~ travelling and learning to love somewhere new is an incomparable lesson that we should all be so lucky to learn. 

Travel darlings, travel. 

D. S.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

When life is overly frenetic to the extent that I cannot find a quiet five minutes to write, please know that change is afoot and my situation is more than likely out of my hands. 

So much time has passed that I am no longer taking residence in Brighthelmstone, but rather am enjoying the comfort of my own bed in the Shire for one night more... The Far East beckoned and tomorrow I shall begin my journey to the Orient. I cannot believe all my hopes and dreams have led me down this path, but it shall be my greatest accomplishment. 

Although I travel alone, the Duke of Albany and I decided to go our separate ways, I am most fortunate to have a delightful companion waiting for me when I arrive. The Scottish Marquessa from months before has also made the plunge into an unknown territory. I've never been one to shy away from adventure, but I am most glad to know that I am not alone this time. There are even greater discrepancies between the East and West than there were between the Antipodes and my Shire. I fear the culture shock may be the most difficult undertaking for me. 

But at any rate, I have committed myself to discovering new lands and learning ways of thinking. I'm so excited I can barely find the words. 

It surprises me to think that I am not pining for Brighthelmstone. As wonderful as it was (and I have to admit it was, perhaps, my favourite summer) I am rather relieved it is over. I suppose that is only because of the intrigue that surrounds my impending future, but even so, I wonder if I have outgrown the Convent and all it has to offer and teach me. 

It's not the same as it once was, and it makes me ponder whether perhaps I have changed or it. 

No matter, for it is now a thing of the past. 

The next time I write (which will be sooner than a month a way!) I shall have news of the Orient and will have begun my new life in the Far East.

I am going on an adventure.

D. S. 

Friday, July 17, 2015

Where do I begin? The story of my life has come full circle at a rate of knots that I cannot comprehend; the words are impossible to find and I find myself at a loss for the first time. 

The summer at Brighthelmstone is as wonderful as I imagined ~ though it is rather different without the Duke of Albany at my side. I'm enjoying my prowess and igniting my fearless reputation instead of mincing and mewling around the male courtiers. It certainly makes a change from previous years, and though I cannot deny missing the attention, I am finding a great deal of satisfaction in my new role. 

I feel very fortunate to have the Irish Lady of Corcaigh grace me with her presence, and even the Scottish princess has hardly left my side. We are a force to be reckoned with and it frightens me to think that I am already a fortnight through my six week summer. 

And then I will be calling the Far East my home. So many things have changed in such a short space of time that I find it hard to believe the changes have only just begun! Travel speaks to my heart in a language that no one else understands, and though I long for adventure, I still wish I had someone to share it with. 

D. S.