I aspire to this level of maturity. Wow.

So I was doing my daily perusal of YouTube, and I came across this video. I initially clicked on it because it was a woman of African descent, talking about her life in Iceland. I have never come across this woman or her content before. However, I have come across lots of content from vlogger couples, and even on clicking on the video I guessed (correctly) just how it was that her life had changed.

Man, I was so impressed by this video. She seems like such a beautiful person, and unsurprisingly she has been embraced by her adoptive country and inlaws. I could not help comparing her approach to my own life. I was so impressed by the fact that she did not heap any blame or negativity. This is a real lesson to me. Of late, it has felt as if my life is one long, unending rant, where I am always right and everyone else is always wrong.  My heart has become so full of anger and bitterness, and honestly, this is not who I want to be.

After watching so many videos on YouTube, I finally submitted my first comment in perhaps a decade on this video. And I told her that I was really impressed with her maturity. And because I am the kind of person who loves a romantic happy ending (really! – hence my short romantic ebook reuniting a divorced couple, Nidhra and Pradha ) I also wished for her that she and her hubby would get back together, if that is in any way appropriate for their circumstances…!
I did not write this in the comment, but my imagination has just kicked in to wish that this might hopefully happen as dramatically and romantically as possible, with lots of overflowing and tender professions of undying love as they both realise what a terrible mistake they have made in walking away from each other! I have this admittedly cliched image in my head of this husband (whose appearance I am completely unaware of – might he be blond?  Dark-haired? Long-haired? Bearded? Somehow I am leaning towards shoulder length dark brown hair, even though Icelanders are typically depicted as blond…) lifting her up and twirling her around, you know, like they do in practically every Hollywood romantic movie (surely?!), while they shower one another with endless kisses.  No, this is not a time for hugs, Baby!!! 🤣🤣🤣
Sighs, romance!!! ❤️❤️❤️

You know, after writing this post, this comes to mind: I may not have made it clear before, so I would like to make it clear now that I would be more than happy to marry someone from a different ethnicity to my own!  In fact the real truth is that for years I have been dreaming specifically of an exciting adventurous marriage to someone who is specifically of a different ethnicity. However, I am also aware that interethnic marriages come with extra pressures, many of which can be forseen, but many too which would be completely unexpected. I have been careful not to deliberately target anyone just because he is a different ethnicity from me, and definitely not just because it is “exciting”. So my attitude has been if it so happens, and he is from a different ethnicity, and it is right and appropriate in every other way, and we are both aware of the extra challenges, and committed to facing them together, and really working through them, then yeah, bring it on! I think it might be easy to underestimate the challenges that might be involved if I married someone who was, say, sharing my skin colour, but from a different culture, like an African-American man.  Or even a Nigerian man who has grown up in Nigeria, rather than the UK like me. That said, I am genuinely open to marrying someone of whatever skin colour from practically anywhere!

Alternatively, I am also happy to marry someone from my own ethnicity too! So if it does so happen that Huggie-Wuggie “boringly” turns out to be a Nigerian, I promise that I won’t complain too much!

Moving abroad? Yes, I have often considered this too. While I would prefer to be in a country where they speak English, I have always been resolved to learn my husband’s language, if need be, even if we remained in the UK.  I’m not just going to sit there while he and his friends joke about me in their language! My real issue with moving abroad is racism and feeling safe as I go around. Also I don’t love the cold. But then again I also do not love excessive heat, which is one of many reasons why I would not like to move to Nigeria itself!

For some reason, I just feel the need to put this out there! 🤣🤣🤣