Assuming your year 2019 was shit – and reading all about it on Social Media – is something that I dislike with all of my heart.
I mean, yes, my 2019 might have been shit at times, and possibly more than it was nice and cannot even bear to comment on, ALAS! It’s been a year, my last year in twenty-digit-age, and as such, it needs some sort of celebration. Or a list, because I am very good at lists.
We started the year back home in Rome, with the family. Pastries, food, games, and loads of that. We flew back and rediscovered a passion for brunch – you remember the one we had at Origin Coffee? A lot of time spent doing makeup, and face masks with the sisters, plus a lot of pictures of TJ, getting flooded in my bedroom in the middle of the night (thank God for Cristina), and Fred’s birthday. Also the best pink skies we have ever seen.
Work was a handful – as usual! – Fred and I opted for a change in the bedroom, and we all purchased a railcard so we could travel more, for cheap. A last-minute trip to Bristol (while middle sis was competing in some Coffee competition), a painful ankle, and an itty bitty slice of spring.
We bought all the plants, then killed all the plants. Had breakfast for dinner, started using shampoo made for me with my name on it, and plenty of walks in the park. Fred got her new iPad – and we all played with it of course – and I set her main screen picture (she has not changed it since, you take a guess who’s the winner). I went and got my nails done for the first time, we spent way too much time at the park with Titou and Floyd, but also some time at the pub for a cheeky drink or two. We went to the London Coffee Festival, drank way too much coffee, and did very little work while at it.
The number of flowers on trees I have been taking a picture of has been tremendous, all while I juggled a Great Taste session of judging food and drinks. We took the parents (and baby cousin) to Barcelona for the Easter weekend and walked and laughed so much it hurt. The sangria was flowing, as it was the coffee. Late-night runs for Churros must be one of my fondest memories ever.
My birthday month, we had a fancy dinner and went to the theatre to see Aladdin, one of the best things we’ve ever splurged on. I turned 29 and planned my last twentieth year here. I got tattoed again, we spent even more time at the park with the dogs, also as much time in bed with TJ for cuddles, food and movies in bed. We waited anxiously for Fred to come back from work trips away, then we went to Berlin for a long weekend. I am sure you know how this went too – if not, read here – and I fell in love with hippos.
It was all about the cuddles in bed with TJ, the dinners out with friends, and saying goodbye to some of them. I went to a foodie fest, eat my way around it, and back home I rushed, not before I had the chance to bite back into an Eggslut sandwich again. We watched Glastonbury from our bed and enjoyed the sun when it was out. I got the job I think I want to do for a long time, and it’s been chockablock in my work life since.
It was all about Christmas, because of work, and I loved it. I picked my first ever range for the wine menu where I work, ate loads of cake, and drank lots of different drinks. The job has been the highlight of this month for sure. I got called an influencer – not sure I fit in the description, but I will take it! – bought even more plants but managed to keep them alive this time around. I played with a (very) grumpy Corgi and had even more food than I thought it was ever possible.
I shattered a KeepCup on the counter of my local vegan cafe – sorry ladies – bought skincare that was the size of my thumb for a not-so-nice price, enjoyed the sound and smell of summer rain, and cuddled up with TJ in my Mary Poppins pajama. A lot of pictures of rainbows and pink skies, but also shopped for shoes and got my nails done again. Took Cristina to London’s Brunch Festival.
It was a sad month, our beloved dog passed away just weeks before we made it home and we were shattered. Home just wasn’t the same, but we managed to enjoy between a tear and another one (mainly mines). After a long time, I fell and destroyed my knee – days before we flew back to London – in front of Fred, who could not believe her eyes. We still went into the supermarket, while I was bleeding and pissed at the fact that I fell down, in my skirt, for everyone to see. We also still laugh about it and can’t stop easily.
We found out a Bao special was to die for, we met friends for brunch and befriended the new office dog. We had to turn the heating on already, and we celebrated Floyd’s first birthday, we even had hats and cake.
My Chemical Romance announced their reunion – we died and went to heaven – then I fell in love with a bag of coffee and joined the gym, bought my first pair of running shoes and started wearing Christmas headpieces by the middle of the month. We celebrated Cristina’s birthday with cupcakes, presents, and a visit to the dentist. We played fetch with the dogs in the park, full of leaves and mud. We washed said dogs as soon as we got home every single time.
Planning the Christmas presents, trying to master the eyeliner and eating Pandoro to no end. Going for a fancy work dinner, then enjoying my first time at a ballet – The Nutcracker, one of my absolute favorite as a player myself! – and finally getting to meet my parents’ new puppy, Molly. A lot of time with family in Rome, a lot of cooking a little shopping, plus walks at the beach and food, food, food and more food. Cocktails made in house, too much food if that is ever a thing and a whole lotta family time. BINGO.