I realize that I haven’t updated my site much lately, nor did I comment on my favorite blogs. I know, it is very slack. Instead I have been enjoying the beautiful weather, the waves on the beach and spending time with Lee and Pete. At the moment I feel like I am the most blessed person in the world. It almost feels like life can’t get any better. Even Annie has dissappeared from the island it seems. Not sure if that really is the case, but nothing out of the ordinary has happened so I start to think she’s finally given up on her mission to make my life miserable.

I know I haven’t told anybody this before, but I have one old friend that I am still in contact with. I grew up with him as a kid. We made sand castles together, played Robin Hood with our self made bows and arrows, build secret hide-aways, send a thousand of secret notes in the class room and we always had each others back. He is the one who pulled me through all the tough times when my parents passed away and when Michael got killed in the car accident.

There is never a dull moment when you work in the swimming pool. Mark and I have often been talking about writing a book or movie. Sometimes the swimming pool is the center of gossip town and other times the center of lots of funny situations. Yesterday we had a little incident that had me in stitches, but I was worried at the same time.

Near the end of my shift a guy walks into the pool. He was about the same age as me and from the start he was flirting with me. That is nothing unusual. I am sure that other people who work in the swimming pool experience the same thing. A lot of people have this romantic idea about workers on lifeguard duty. I have been compared to Pamela Anderson so often it’s not even funny. Anyway, back to the story…

This week has been so relaxing for me that I start to feel lazy. I don’t know why I feel lazy because I work 30 hours a week, I swim approximately 3,5 km after work each day, I go to the gym 4 times a week and I clean my house. I think it is because the time that I have to spare is filled with lazy things like laying in my hammock reading a book, going to the beach, hanging out with friends, etc.

Sometimes my life feels surreal. Whenever my phone rings I am almost expecting a phone call from my former boss to tell me to come back from my holiday. But this isn’t a holiday, this is my life now. In my ‘previous life’ I worked and worked and then I worked some more. My whole life consisted of working in the swimming pool for 40 to 50 hours and if I came home I worked in the houses we developed. Having spare time feels like such a luxury to me and sometimes I actually feel guilty for having time to myself.