Friday

There are quite a few bordinary moments presenting themselves to me today and I can't decide which one to write about. Like this morning I walked through the big green park in the centre of Luxembourg, on my way to catch my bus to work, and I suddenly realised that I am officially settled in to my new home-city. I don't speak the local languages and I don't know anyone and I don't have a car and I don't belong to a book club or anything...but I feel at home here now. I love this clean, beautiful city, in which I have a favorite foodshop and a lovely flat where my post gets delivered and an awsome gym with people that recognise me and bank account in my name. Sounds boring and ordinary. Sounds just right.

And then I came to work and put sunblock on the face of my favorite four-year-old, which she hated every second of - as manifested by the lemon face she pulled while I spread summer-scented sticky SPF cream all over her tiny nose and cheeks. Which got my mind cruising down memmory lane all the way back to my own toddler-hood of beach days on the west coast of Southern Africa. The old feeling came back to me so vividly - for which the familiar smell of sunscreen is entirely to blame. All my senses took me straight back. Sea-salt in my mouth, hot sunshine on my shoulders, stubborn beach sand in every crevace of my tiny childhood body and the constant soft roar of the crashing waves that muffles everyone's laughter around me. Those were the best days. A very different kind of security as that which I experienced today.

But today is the best day of my 20-something's life right now...And I strongly suspect that tomorrow might be even better because Le Boyfriend and I are flying to my previous home city for some lovely London times, where on Sunday we will be at Centre court in Wimbledon with a glass of ice-cold Pimms watching a round of serious men's final tennis. So maybe Sunday will be the best day!

Have the best weekend, whatever you do, wherever you find yourself!