October 2007 Archives

I have decided not to dissect my relationship with Airport Guy via this blog. Mainly because I kept a paper journal during the relationship charting the many lows and highs. I did so as I was trying not to repeat the mistakes I made in relationship with Racquetball Guy. In the end, it was a review of the facts that got me to admit that things were not what they should be. So I suppose the paper journal served its purpose.

What I will say about the relationship, is that living in different parts of the globe on different time schedules posed the biggest challenge. Plus the fact that there was a major imbalance in the relationship in the beginning. Here, I am referring to the fact that I was a career girl in London and he was a graduate student in Jamaica. Thus the distance, different time schedules and just every day challenges made things complicated. We probably could have overcome these challenges had our communication been better, but its a bit different when one person (not me!) has a lot of rules about what they will and will not talk about.

So how am I adjusting to the single life? Honestly, I am still quite broken up about the end of the relationship and I imagine things are going to get worse as the Christmas holidays draw nearer. Thus, I was thinking about going home to Montserrat. It would be good to be around other family members. However, he will be down there and I think for now I need to keep my distance. I don't want to run into him and run the risk of regressing. So not sure what yet to do with myself over the holidays.

I could go to Chicago, but my younger sister doesn’t celebrate Christmas since she married a muslim some years ago. I could also go to Boston to visit with my older sister, however, Boston at Christmas would just be too emotional. I have the most wonderful memories on my mother during our years in Boston and knowing that they came to an end some years ago still brings many a tear to my eyes.

So I might go to Rome for a week if I can get a good deal. And then maybe, just maybe if I can build up the courage go visit my father.

Hello everyone! Did you miss me? Probably not! But I missed you. Well most of you anyway.

I am posting again as thanks to Sky, I finally have Internet access at home. I could have posted from work these last few weeks, but I have been extremely busy.

So here I am now. Ready to start blogging again. Hopefully on a regular basis but I make no promises. It is difficult at times to resume habits once the routine has been broken.

It is also difficult to drop habits that you know may not be in your best interest.

Case in point, Airport Guy. Remember when I declared that he wasn't the one for me? Well one would assume that I stopped talking to him. However, I couldn't quite bring myself to break up with him.

Truth be told, I really liked him. And with things unsettled on the house front, I felt vulnerable and thought he would be able to provide a bit of comfort. However, I couldn't be more wrong. So I did something I have never done before. I initiated the break up conversation this past Saturday. I felt empowered throughout the whole process. I had written out talking points before hand and this helped me to stay calm and on track with what I was trying to communicate as the reasons for the break-up.

When the call was over, I fell apart. I still like him -- a lot!

But I know deep down, at this moment in time, it is the best decision. However, it still hurts like hell. So I spent the weekend crying -- getting it all out of my system. Knowing, that what must be, must be. My biological clock may be ticking, but I am not yet ready to compromise on those things that are important to me.

What things exactly? Perhaps I'll share more on that later. For now, I'm going to try and catch up on some reading!

The emergency services in the UK seem to be risk adverse. Case in point, two officers see a child struggling in a lake and they stand back and do nothing. The child is eventually fished out of the water having drowned. Thus, those two officers should be ashamed of themselves. To take no action is unconscionable.

Why giving the “plastic police” more powers could make them less effective
Sep 27th 2007, From The Economist print edition

ONE of the loudest cheers at the Labour Party conference this week went to John Smeaton, the baggage handler whose well-timed flying kick helped thwart a terrorist attack on Glasgow airport in June. Risking such peril made him the sort of “have-a-go hero” that Jack Straw, the justice secretary, wants to encourage by easing self-defence laws. A fans'website has already raised enough money to buy him 1,400 thank-you pints of beer.

Alas, not everyone can be blessed with Smeaton-like courage. On September 21st Greater Manchester Police found itself defending two junior officers who remained on the edge of a lake after a boy disappeared beneath its surface. The ten-year-old, whose body was eventually fished out by his stepfather and another policeman, may in fact have died before the officers arrived. But the lame official excuse that the timid officers were “not trained in this type of rescue” raised hackles.