Starting out again

As I mentioned on Saturday I've been struggling most of this week with mixed emotions. You see I go on holiday this Thursday to Nerja in Andalusia for a week with my parents. Now, if I may digress slightly, I come under some criticism from time to time about going on holiday with my parents, people don't understand it. I love my parents and we get on very well but as they don't live near me I don't see them very often - a fleeting day here and there is the norm. So to spend some quality time together is very special and should be cherished; hence for the past five or so years we've taken holidays together and it's great. We rent a villa with its' own private pool and have a whale of a time - my parents are seriously cool and fun to be around. Nerja is a wonderful part of the world too, it's the third time we've been there, the same villa too; it's still kind of laid back, underdeveloped and has missed the worst parts of the tourist train. 

So I'm really looking forward to the holiday - I can't wait; but the joy is also tinged with sadness because my boyfriend will not be with me, I won't see him for a week and I will invariably miss him. During my quiet times this week I've been thinking this over in my mind - thinking on it way too much and it has blighted my emotions. I guess, if you think about things too much they will weigh you down and you'll lose focus of the positives and concentrate solely on the negatives - it's what I've been guilty of anyway. Hence, my lack of blogging this week - the negatives have clouded my judgement and, as my boyfriend taught me some time ago, I do not give any ink to such thoughts. I've not even mentioned the holiday to my boyfriend - he knows I'm going on holiday but I've not brought it up in conversation, in fact I've been trying to steer clear of it. 

However, on Friday night it was brought up in conversation by my boyfriend, he knew something was amiss, and I spilled the beans on how I felt - my mixed emotions over it; I'm glad we spoke about it. He helped refocus my mind and my thoughts on it and made me view it all in a much more positive manner - his outlook on life is just so pure, sometimes I am so envious of his mindset. He made me see I have two wonderful assets to the situation - I go on holiday for a week with my parents and have a great time with people I love and then when it's over and I normally face the grim reality of returning back home - this time it's different because there's another positive to look forward to. I return home, sun-kissed, relaxed and refreshed to someone else I love - my boyfriend. Isn't that just a perfect way to look at and live life? Isn't that a great situation? To have two wonderful things to look forward to - he made me see I am so very lucky!  

Not that we're kidding ourselves, I'm sure it will be difficult at times and we will miss each other but that will just make the homecoming all the more sweet; and can you imagine how horny we'll be after a week without sex? The first night together is going to be awesome, it'll be like we're starting out all over again.