You're the sweet to my mean

Last weekend my boyfriend and I ventured to Sydney to his grandparent's home.
The 3 day long adventure was full of many things; surprises, mishaps, experiences and new found knowledge. It was definitely made more pleasant bunking out in the most beautiful house I've ever had the pleasure to enter. Thomas' grandparents definitely have superb taste and are truly beautiful human beings!

Admittedly, our trip started out rocky and I wondered if I'd made a mistake, but by the end of the trip I was genuinely - and still am - a different person.
I've always gotten along well with older people as I generally enjoy hearing what they have to say. Afterall, they've experienced life and everyone's life is unique, and I find elderly individuals love to put their knowledge to good use by speaking to anyone who will listen about life lessons. And I love to listen!
Tom's grandparents were beautiful, just like their home. I actually find I miss them and look forward to our next trip to their abode.

Anyway, Tom's grandparents - especially his grandfather - and I indulged in very indepth conversations and from their stories and their wisdom, I listened and I listened closely, and realised so many things. Like, I'm a total douche bag. Life's tough, so tough, and unfortunately for some it's a lot tougher than others. I fall into that category; the unfortunate 'some'. But, I've been given these wonderful people who I've been pushing away and taking for granted. I really do need those people and if I keep doing what I'm doing as a form of coping/trying to be tough/trying to prove I can do things on my own/being scared of rejection/feeling like a burden/etc, then I will lose them and it'll be then, when it's too late, that I realise I was wrong.
I need my boyfriend, my lovely little sister friends who have always been there, my new friends who have come into my life and I feel I know more than people I have known forever.... I need them and right now, and possibly for a lifetime, they're wanting to be there. So, I should let them!
Anyway, off track....

In summary: I met Thomas' grandparents and they are so, so lovely, Thomas and I had so much fun, I fell more in love, I realised we are really something together, I listened, I learnt and I came back someone different, someone better. I can't wait to return.

Also;

Realised Nirvana up-loud during the night brings on a sense of being murdered. Making out at truck stops. Changed song lyrics to cure boredom. Takeaway coffees with complementary chocolates. Unintended scenic routes. Kombi van central. Watched rain fall over lakes until you could no longer see to the other side and until it cleared and you could once again. Introductions to old men. Was told about my own apparent future wedding. Discovered we had an extra green-jumping passenger who didn't chip in for petrol. Spoke of happiness. Fruit platters. Rain. Sunshine. Car fixing. Tongue measuring. Nazi watching. Justing Timberlake overload. Beer with old men conversing deeply. Passed cemeteries pretty enough to eat your lunch in. Discussion involving the difference between saltwater and freshwater mermaids. Waterfalls. Fairy bread. Crosswords. Singing like Aretha Franklin. Agreement to no talk of calories. Guilt free food consumption. Submarines. Debates. Movies. Visitors. Ointment. Hazelnuts. Breakfast. Love.