What am I going to do?

Lots of people have been asking me this since my split from him, so here's the plan:

1. Go home to be repaired by my mother, sister, aunt and all the other beautiful, strong women I'm fortunate to have as friends.

2. Prepare for my first Christmas alone (do not make a sad face, I'm looking forward to it!!!!!).

3. Pack up all my stuff and put it in a 1m square space in a storage facility in Madrid.

4. Don my switch pack filled with oh so stylish yet practical clothing and hot foot it to Thailand, Indonesia, Australia and New Zealand. I get to fly on A380, baby!

5. Have myself a time, get drunk, eat fabulous things, bronze myself on the beach, have random conversations in a language that no one understands, shop, try not to get killed on an overloaded ferry, not get arrested, do whatever the fuck I want, when I want! Maybe even break self imposed dating rule number 1 (stay AWAY from the Italians!!!!!). Oh yeah, and go see some temples and cultural things, innit.

6. Mostly use, iPhone and Facebook/Twitter/my new blog thing to keep you all updated on the above.

7. Providing I don't get imprisoned or die whilst away, and decide to actually come back, I will return to Barcelona, city of my dreams, and call it home until I get bored or heartbroken again.

Point one was ticked off in November, I'm now on to point two having today braved the snow/rain/ice cack outside to go buy Christmas dinner and drinks for one.

I love it when a plan comes together.