01 Mar

Out of the Attic

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I have got a new view out of my window…

I have left the attic behind and now I have a space of my own…. some space to call home… (?) Is it weird that I already feel like home??? I mean… I’ve only moved in a couple of hours ago… And so far I’ve spent all the time in my room… but it feels like home.

I know mother would argue that I was home already as her home is my home and all that, but I left my mother’s home when I was 16…

It feels weird to be alone… Well… relatively alone as I have rented a Bedsit and as so have to share the house with 5 other people… I’ve met 3 of them already and so far so good. They all seem to be nice people. One of them works for BP, one of them works at Heathrow and if I understood well the girl that greeted me last week is a ballet/jazz dancer or something like that…

New steps… Out of The Attic and into the blue… well.. grey as we haven’t really have constantly blue skies for a while.

Tonight is my first night in my new “home”… I’m happy… excited… anxious… terrified… free… There is more than that… just… all mixed up together… It fees good…

There’s a lot I need to learn again… and a lot I need to do… But somehow I know everything will be alright…

By the Way… I like my the new view out of my window…

26 Feb

Changes

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If there is one thing I’m used to is changes… Or at least I thought so…

I’ve moved to different countries and continents and languages… I’ve changed every single fundamental thing in my life… I have addapted… and I’ve been on the move since I was a little child… I’ve always adapted to every single situation that was thrown at me…

I thought I’d take any change in my life without any problems… Hell… I am taking a divorce and starting all over again a lot better than I thought I would… To be sincere, when the thought first started to cross my mind I thought I’d be soul destroyed… And yes, to be fair I felt like a failure for a while, I felt like all I was doing was hurting everyone around me… That I was being selfish… I havent lived for myself for almost a decade, and learning to think about myself a bit is harder than I thought… But I have survived so far… And i am actually doing quite alright…

Then again I have never really been alone in any of the steps I took. I had my mother to back me up and Hales that has been with me every step of the way and some awesome friends that have been been there for me every time I needed… and boy I’ve needed them a lot…

It is so different to be on the other side. I’ve always been the one there for every one… I’ve always been the rock… To suddenly being the one in need feels so alien to me… but it feels… good…

Now I am taking another step next week and am moving out of my mother’s house once again.

I’ve rented a Bedsit closer Hales and within a 40min drive from TB and Lil’ One (which beats the hell out of the 2 hour and a 1/2 drive from Kent).

Compared to most of my moves so far is no big deal, but for me right now feels like a gigantic step and I have to admit that it actually scares me a bit. But it means I will be closer to Hales and that will give me a bit more of peace of mind and worry less about being so far with her and the Jelly Tot on his/her way. It also means I will be a lot less exhausted on the weekends where right now I can potentially spend 6 hours driving to go and see the kids on Fridays…

It will also give me the peace I need to get things done during the day… less distractions… meaning that I might be able to sleep more during the night as I’m sure I’ll get more done from 9 to 5…

I am hoping it will help me remember how it is to care more about number one… me…

12 Feb

Together

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Life is so repetitive, but it is our duty to make it FUN

Well at least that makes sense in my head…

I’m a clown in way too many ways and will do almost anything to leave a smile on the face of those I love.

I have no shame…

That is probably one of the reasons I am usually in trouble too… But what can I do??? This is me, and I don’t know how to be any other way…

I am who I am…

Today TB brought back home a Clown nose thing from the supermarket and put it on my nose… Lil’ One LOVED it and started pouting at me every time I took it off and picked it up asking me to put it back… It kept him amused for quite a few minutes….

I love his little smiles and giggles… Yeah… he has me under his fingers… and I probably do end up spoiling him too much at times… I just can’t avoid it… I spend too little time with them…

6 Years On (33/365)

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On the 2nd of February 2005 (6 years ago) I signed my forst ever Blog post as UrbanVox…

Back then blogging was a way for me to get everything out of my chest to avoid exploding… I didn’t worry about who was reading it or how many people did it… I didn’t worry about what I said or how… Didn’t care a bit if I was offending someone whit what ver I was unloading from my chest… Oh… I miss those days…

But then again… I’ve grown up quite a lot since then… And with me so has this blog achieved some level of maturity… What?? I’m a bloke… you don’t really expect me to be fully mature ever do you???

But you will find in the pages of this blog some of the most crucial moments of the past 6 years in my life… You will find almost the whole of my first son’s life, since he was 9 months old and you will find the whole of the life so far of my littlest one and yeah… the ones to come… You will find ups and downs… ends and new beginnings…

I haven’t really changed much really… I am still a dreamer… although I dream with my feet firm on the ground now… or at least closer to the ground…

My life hasn’t changed much either… I am starting over once again… This time I’m older and wiser tho… I try not to dwell on the past as much as I can… I truly believe that everything I want through had a purpose and would add up to things I live today and will live in the future… And hopefully not repeat the same mistakes of the past… Would I change any of it???

NOPE!!!

Oh… I’ll have some stories to tell my grandchildren… Or they can simply read them if they want it…

In 6 years blogging evolved a lot… and I’ve been trying to keep up with it… Vlogging Twitting, Social Networking… Words have been invented to describe the new tendencies in Social Media… Blogging isn’t what it used to be…

Last year we gave a huge step on shaping the blogosphere… and it was a great year for me too… I became a Daddy Blogger… one of the Top 10 in the country according to Cision… I’ve been nominated AND became a finalist as Most Innovative MADBlogger and came back with an award I didn’t even know there was a nomination for (Blogging Rockstar)…

This year further steps will be taken… I’m not prepared to tell exactly what those steps are, but keep an eye on @actionstations, @mad_bloggers and @urbanvox and you will get to know what those steps will be… And I promise it will be sooner than you imagine…

This year is all about giving back on all the good I’ve received… And maybe a bit more even…

I am SO VERY EXCITED about what’s to come I better stop talking before I let it slip…

So… Thanks for your readership… and I hope you keep coming back… There’s loads coming up at UrbanVox.net

And don’t forget to leave me comments… I luuuuurve Comments…

6 years… Wow… I feel like grampa blogger! hehehe

Zya!

02 Feb

Memories (32/365)

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Today I sat with my mother as she went through some of the jewels she inherited from Grandma… Going through memories of grand occasions and how she favoured ones over others and the ones she would never part from her body.

We went through the ones that are planned for my sister and to my niece and to my daughter (I know… I have got two sons and a young man I love as my own too… but Grandma was convinced that I am still going to have a daughter when she died)… And mum made her claims to which of HER jewels will go to whom just in case she snuffs it… Yeah… My mum insistes to have some strange conversations at the most strange times ever…

But that’s not what I’m here to talk about today anyway…

I think we leave a bit of ourselves in everything we touch… every thing we use… We leave a bit of our essence in everything we own…

So when we came to a couple of battered rings that belonged to my Grandfather, but has always for some strange reason been one of my favourite characters of a VERY intricate family history I more than immediately told her that I would like to keep them…

There is something about things that were owned by member of the oldest and gone genrations… a certain energy… every scratch and every crevice tells a story… and this piece in special has a lot of them… It was my Granddad’s Freemason ring… He never took it off his finger… Imagine all the history it can testify to… from the moment he put it in his finger to the moment he gave his last breath…

I know it sounds strange… But it does brings tears to my eyes… And the presence I can feel in these inanimate objects in some way soothes me…

It makes me certain that we do leave something behind after all… In everything we touch… and everything we change…

So make sure you touch someone today… That is the guarantee that you will live forever.