I swear the older you get, the faster time goes.
Six months just slip by these days dont they. Like those epic nights out where you check your phone and its 5am, and youre all like ‘woah’ when did that happen.
Aw yes, time does fly when youre having fun.
Aaaaaand when youre shacked up in the Alps with THAT snowboarder running a chalet together. Gloat gloat gloat….
Today is the day.
I’m about to do something reckless again…
This time it’s… run a Ski chalet with the other half AND live with him. For almost six months.
So I will start this post with a nice helping of NEGATIVITY, and a side of PESSIMISM.
Typically, one associates Spring with fresh starts and new beginnings.
Work, ski and sleep… that’s all we seem to do in Les Menuires.
Work, ski and party… that’s all we seem to do in La Plagne.
Three guesses which resort I prefer living in…
Since December, over 100 different tongues have tingled with pleasure at the presence of my food. Or, more likely, too much chalet wine.
Either way… almost 3 months in… Where the time has gone literally baffles me.
All girls like new stuff. Any excuse right?
Well I had a good excuse. I came out to do a ski season without realising the importance of slope fashion. Or the serious amounts of snobbery attached to being, and most importantly looking like, a seasonaire and not a ‘punter’. It’s pretty much the biggest insult we can give each other haha!
