Moving on

For the first time in 7 months, we were able to enjoy a weekend doing things leisurely together. I mean, after 7 months of failing miserably at this long-distance thing, we are finally physically together. Last weekend, we whiled away the time doing nothing (but it still felt like a lot). There was no sense of urgency, no need to try to pack everything into a few days - most of our visits over the past 7 months were only a few days long - and no "end" in sight.

We took the dog out to the Botanic Gardens, shared some fries, played Scrabble, spent a few hours at Zouk, watched (both) quarter-finals of the World Cup, had yummy prawn noodle at East Coast Road, checked out sailing schools, went to buy books at Borders and called it a weekend.

And it was really nice. :)