Thursday, 8th November, 2007

Hello

downtime blog

/me waves

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OK look, I know my blog is down. Trust me. It's been down since, oh, almost a couple of weeks now?

I don't know why it's down, all I know is that either Erin, the router, or the modem has decided to go to Borksville, and I can't get over to Lancaster to reboot them and restore peace and tranquility to the internets.

(What with me living in Leeds now. And having no car)

I mean, I think it's one of those three. It could be other — more nasty - things ... like the electricity's been cut off, or the phone, or the internets themselves.

Or maybe the whole of Lancaster has exploded and there's nothing left of my old house save a little pile of rubble with a cast iron stove in the middle.

But hey. I'm working on it, OK?

In the meantime, I'm in the usual places: Flickr as Siobhan and Kisa, Twitter as Siobhan and Kisa as well.

And if you need to email me, then I'm at kisanaumova@googlemail.com

Now though, I need to write something about what's going on in my life. Because trust me, it's a lot, and it's good

Is A Week Too Short To Know?

thaumata amiee relationship

Since I haven't got any archives to link to give a little bit of backstory here, I'll start at the beginning.

But then, where is the beginning? Is it six months ago when I first started noticing her on Flickr? Is it four months ago, when the inkling of a possibility that one day we might share a bottle or two of wine together first presented itself via a comment?

Is it a month and a half ago, when I stepped out of my usual idiom and actually acted on an impulse, and asked her out on a date?

(Even though she didn't realise it was a date )

Is it a month ago, when we spent hours sitting on her sofa in Second Life, talking about stuff, gradually realising that there was something going on between us?

Is it the night when we talked over Skype until half-past four in the morning, and we turned on video for the first time?

Or is it exactly one week ago, when she walked around the corner and through the Arivals Gate at Terminal 3 in Manchester Airport, into my arms?

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Hello. I've met someone

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Honestly, I still can't believe this is actually happening. I have to pinch myself every now and again — and actually, that doesn't work.

Each morning when I wake up, and she's there in the bed next to me, I look at her still sleeping and my mind just melts, wondering what I ever did before I met her.

See, the thing is, I find it hard to believe that she's here. And yet I find it hard to believe that she hasn't always been here. She says this better than I do...

i'm just so glad i didn't get here and then decide things were weird. it's the exact opposite.. as if i had always been here and just got back from a long trip. it's wonderful.

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I was shaking at the airport. Having waited for what seemed like ages (two weeks), I was a little gutted that she was going to be three hours late.

Actually, it was probably just as well (a) because I was in the wrong terminal (oh, how funny would that have been?) and (b) because it gave me enough time to go to the toilet fifty times because I was so nervous.

I mean, not nervous as in 'I hope she's pretty and nice and I like her' - because I already knew she was stunningly gorgeous, wonderful, and down-right amazing. Nervous that we would be able to translate the intense emotions that we were feeling from an online SL/Skype/Twitter relationship, into a face-to-face physical one.

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I'm not stupid, of course. I'm fully aware that there's a flurry of emotions at the start of any relationship, and that the excitement that characterises a new romance gives way to a warm love (all being well).

And I'm wary, naturally, of throwing around words like "forever".

But I've never felt like this before. Not so strongly and intensely in love.

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Ack. Two weeks off, and I've lost the ability to write fluently. I will gush more about her later.