Happiness Is Expensive

Happiness is Expensive. I wish I could say its the little things that bring us happiness, which is still very true, however to keep us all happy for longer than 5 minutes it does take a little cash money.

I say this because of my recent events.

FIRSTLY I must apologise for the fact that I haven’t written in soooooooooooo long. Let me now explain why...

One month ago, while I was out at work, my apartment was broken into and many of my treasured possessions gone.

Prada Bag – Gone. Louis Vuitton Holdall – Gone. New MacBook Pro – Gone. Tom Ford Shades – Gone.

Estimated amount taken = £5k

Now to some people these won’t be seen as important items but just things. To me they were results of my hard work and I was so proud to have these gorgeous items in my life. And to know that I had paid for them gave me great satisfaction.

Gifts from me to me....Some people have kids, I had bags.

The weirdest thing is that I didn’t realise I had been burgled until 30 minutes after arriving home. The clever fuckers didn’t break the door down.

The police and neighbours all said how this doesn’t ever happen in this neighbourhood ( Ile Saint Louis) yeahhhhh well it bloody happened to me! Police couldn’t do much...plus my limited French didn’t help.

That night I didn’t sleep. Worrying whether "am I being watched, who would’ve done this, will I see my items again" and then some next level paranoia kicked in...So I did what any single, slightly frighten woman would do...slept with the light on and had a weapon at the ready in case I needed to go Lara Croft on their ass! And the weapon of choice you may ask?? Well I thought about this very deeply...If I had chosen a knife I could have dropped it then they are highly likely to use it on me. I also thought of a pan but its weird having a pan next your bed..its like, are cooking or what?!! Haha! So I opted for a vase. A vase? Yep. I figured its heavy enough to knock someone out with great force and its very un assuming on the bedside table.

Thankfully the next day my locks were changed so I wait to fight another day with my vase.

So why not just use insurance to replace everything? – Yeah that would be so great IF I HAD IT IN THE FIRST BLOODY PLACE. Wasn’t even covered by the landlord as the front door wasn’t broken. So I am left with nada. And anyone who knows anything about designer bags knows that the price increases in value year after year so classic styles are genuinely valuable assets. (and still I had no insurance...serious eye rolling to myself)

My two saving graces were that I had taken my passport and bank cards out of the Prada that very morning...AND that the thieves left my brand new Christian Louboutins!! Which clearly tells me that they were male and very straight. Thank fuck for that!

Lesson 1 – always have insurance.

Lesson 2 – Double lock your doors!

Life is full of lessons, this is what I remind myself every time something goes wrong. You just have to deal with it and move the fuck on. No use wallowing in self pity, its not fun and its not attractive.

I have to say that above all else, I have the most amazing circle of family and friends. It’s been tough being so far away from them all but having so much constant support has honestly been the fire that’s been driving me forward. For that I will be forever grateful.

Now...My love life...Well its just life right now. A lot of time wasting, egotistical fools out there and I’m just not into that. So for now this is not my main priority – however if a true gentleman stumbles along my path I’m obvs going to stop and say hello. Haha.

No my main priority is to make money. Money isn’t every thing but right now to me its what I have my sights set on. I want to be able to buy more fabulous things, go on many adventures and most importantly build my future empire. I plan to be the boss of something incredible. I would be a damn good bad ass boss lady too!

Sooooooo how the hell am I going to do that legally???!! Only time will tell....No doubt there will be many stories along the way.

I am an eternal optimist so I must leave my tale with a positive end..

...This whole experience hasn’t put me off Paris one little bit.

I still adore this beautiful place.