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Post by Anastasia Wade on Oct 18, 2023 13:06:06 GMT
 · · · ·forword In this captivating journey, we delve into the remarkable life of Anastasia, a woman whose passion for art, tattooing, and horse riding has shaped her into an extraordinary individual. Born on December 27, 1993, in London, England, Anastasia's affinity for creativity and artistic expression emerged at a tender age. Following her graduation, Anastasia embarked on a path less traveled, transforming her beloved pastime into a profession. Immersed in the halls of a prestigious art school, she honed her skills and nurtured her innate talent. It was during this time that she discovered an unyielding passion for tattooing, dedicating herself to the mastery of this intricate art form. With unwavering determination, Anastasia ventured forth, establishing her very own tattoo studio in Wales, where she now calls home. This haven serves as a testament to her artistry, a space where her creativity intertwines with the stories and desires of her clients. However, Anastasia's journey extends beyond the realm of artistry. Drawn to the majestic world of horses, she discovered solace in the equestrian realm. Faced with the limitations of owning her own horse, she embraced a part-time riding arrangement at Reichenbach Stud. Here, she immerses herself in the pursuit of equestrian excellence, cherishing every stolen moment atop these magnificent creatures. Anastasia's character is one of contradiction and complexity. Her outward appearance may project an air of calm reserve, even bordering on aloofness and arrogance, as if she exists in a realm apart. Yet, beneath this enigmatic exterior lies a wellspring of creative brilliance and spontaneity. She charts her own path, eschewing the limitations and expectations imposed by others. Despite her independent spirit, Anastasia remains grounded, exuding a gentle and relaxed demeanor that is rarely disturbed. Her innate ability to navigate life's tribulations with serenity and focus is a testament to her resilience and unwavering pursuit of personal growth. Beneath the surface, Anastasia possesses a keen sense of empathy and understanding. Her capacity for forging deep connections with those around her is matched only by her uncanny ability to navigate the intricacies of human relationships. She discerns when to unleash her creative energy, infusing her work and interactions with a touch of magic that captivates all who cross her path. In the pages that follow, we invite you to immerse yourself in the extraordinary tale of Anastasia - a woman who defies expectations, challenges convention, and embarks on a personal odyssey of self-discovery. It is through her unwavering determination, boundless creativity, and warm-hearted nature that she leaves an indelible mark on the world and inspires all who encounter her. |
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Post by Anastasia Wade on Oct 23, 2023 20:23:09 GMT
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Post by Anastasia Wade on Nov 2, 2023 15:03:52 GMT
 chapter 01a EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED
Once again, the time had come for Arno to visit me. On the surface, it might seem unremarkable, but in reality, it was quite extraordinary. Arno had been my companion for nearly four years, and yet, we maintained a long-distance relationship. While I reside in Wales, he calls St. Tropez, France, his home. Our enduring bond often perplexes those who inquire about it. In many ways, we are polar opposites. I am a person of vibrant creativity, with a profound love for travel, living life spontaneously and extroverted in nature, occasionally even displaying a touch of exhibitionism—a trait perhaps linked to my profession. On the other hand, Arno could be described as a conservative corporate executive. He serves as the CEO of an international tech company, a man of formal attire and quiet composure, characterized by pragmatism rather than spontaneity. Our apparent incongruity notwithstanding, we harmonize beautifully. Questions frequently arise regarding the challenges of maintaining a long-distance relationship, and our response is nuanced. Both of us are deeply passionate about our respective businesses, which form the core of our lives. The notion of relinquishing these pursuits and changing our geographical location is simply not on the table. Currently, we evade addressing this issue as neither of us possesses a ready answer. I hold a deep affection for France and have acquired fluency in its language, largely due to Arno's influence, just as he has mastered the English language. However, the prospect of residing there is one we have unanimously ruled out.
These were four truly restless nights. The day drew nearer with each passing moment. In some ways, it was a spontaneous idea, but I had dared to venture into it. Many months ago, on the Reichenbach Stud, I had laid eyes on a young stallion, Halifax. The young stallion had an immediate and captivating effect on me. I was utterly entranced. Despite having little prior experience with horses, he stirred a passion within me that I had not previously known. For half a year now, I had been actively taking riding lessons on the finest horses at the Reichenbach Stud. Then, four days ago, the call came. Fjella phoned me and said, "Anastasia, Halifax is going up for auction. Would you like to buy him? I felt like I had to contact you before officially listing him for sale."
My jaw quite literally dropped. "Fjella, let me call you back in an hour," I replied, picked up my phone, and dialed Arno's number.
"Arno, I've been offered a horse to buy," I whispered excitedly. He grumbled, "What do you want with a horse?" His response felt somewhat gruff to me.
I hesitated for a moment. "Well, to ride... I've been riding for a year, and the little fellow that was offered to me has been on my mind ever since. He just hasn't been sold until now."
He sighed, "Okay, then you're tying yourself to England even more. But go ahead, do what you can't resist." My exuberant joy turned into frustration. "Arno, I never said I didn't want to commit to England. You know I love my homeland," I protested.
He didn't respond. "It would have been nice if you had just shown some support," I added. "Ana, you often do impulsive and thoughtless things. You're spontaneous and really impulsive... I don't know how to support you in this," he remarked. I paused. "What?," I asked calmly but with a hint of irritation. I had caught him on a bad day, and in that moment, I could tell that I had every right to be upset with his condescending tone. "You can be so incredibly unfeeling and impossible at times, Arno!" With those words, filled with a great deal of disappointment, I hung up. Tears welled up in my eyes. The dynamic with Arno had been challenging for a long time. I took a deep breath, wiped the tears from my cheek, and called Fjella back. "Fjella, I want him, more than anything," I said over the phone. It was an act of defiance, but also an act I knew I had to face head-on. And I was up for the challenge.
Halifax now belonged to me.
{disclamer: before you continue, the next part is having emotional parts. If you are in a bad mode, maybe skip this part ♥ } |
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Post by Anastasia Wade on Nov 2, 2023 15:18:34 GMT
· · · ·chapter 1b - arno EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED
This morning, I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach. I chose to initially ignore it and decided to take the day as it came. I got dressed, grabbed my coffee to go, and headed out. Today, I didn't have riding lessons scheduled, but I still wanted to visit Hali. Halifax is currently in training with Fjella and Emma, just like me. I ride him two to three times a week, while Fjella and Emma work with him on the other days. Joy and I stood by the arena's fence, observing Fjella and Halifax. It was wonderful to see how quickly this stallion was learning. After giving Halifax a carrot, I headed back home with Joy. I had some household chores to attend to. My morning gut feeling was soon confirmed when I arrived home. Arno was standing in front of my apartment, and my heart skipped a beat. "Arno?" I called out, and he waved.
I hadn't seen him since the argument a few weeks ago, nor had I heard from him. He approached slowly and said, "Hello." in a calm tone. "What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling puzzled. "You ignored me for a week, didn't respond. I was worried," he explained.
I turned my gaze away and walked past him. "I deliberately didn't get in touch. I need some time for myself right now... But... thank you for being here." He followed me into my apartment. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked, but he shook his head, lowered his gaze, crossed his arms casually over his chest, and sighed. "We should talk, Ana..."and the way he said it made me instantly aware of how this conversation would end. "Why?" I inquired.
He stood up and said, "I think you made a mistake with the horse purchase. It makes everything more complicated..." I turned to him, looking somewhat perplexed. "What makes it more complicated?" I asked. "Well, that you might move someday," he mumbled.
"Arno, I never said I was going to France. I've told you enough times that I don't want to go to France," I replied firmly. "Yes, and I don't want to be here in cold England... But that's not how it works," his voice grew louder. "Why are you so damn stubborn?"
Again, I turned away. "I'm not stubborn!! The cards have been on the table since you met me!" I walked out of my living room and went upstairs. "Ana?!" I heard him call, but I ignored it. I could hear him following me. A wave of sadness, anger, and a whirlwind of emotions washed over me. "Stop, Arno!? Just stop, okay? For years, you've accused me of being stubborn and selfish, as if my job, my animal, and my home are worth absolutely nothing. You've been so insensitive for months. What's that about?!"
With tears in my eyes, I yelled at him. "I'm not blaming you for anything!!" he retorted as he followed me into the bedroom. "I'm just reflecting what I see!?" "No, that's just not true. Stop pretending as if... For months, you've been utterly unfair."
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I tried to hold them back, but it was futile. "I can't do this anymore, Arno..." His expression shifted, and he seemed frozen in place. "Ana, please." "No, not 'Ana, please'..." I looked at him, and it seemed like he had tears in his eyes. "I'm acting strangely because I messed up," he murmured softly, turning his gaze away from me.
My entire body began to tremble. "What...?" I whispered, almost inaudibly. "I met a woman in Cannes seven months ago, by chance... We... I... I can't say it." I didn't say anything, and my knees grew weak. He reached out for me, but I whispered, "Don't." "It was a mistake. I've been completely off balance since then. I didn't know how to say it, what to do... I just realized... I need you..." "Disappear, Arno... leave me alone," I whispered. "Please, not now."
It felt as if a fire was igniting within me. I looked at him, completely in tears. "DISAPPEAR?! Or I'll call the police!!" I screamed at him. |
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Post by Anastasia Wade on Mar 16, 2024 13:17:32 GMT
 
· · · ·chapter 2 - new chapter I DID SOMETHING... SERIOUS.
Much time has passed, more than I would have thought, until I speak up again. Life has been a series of ups and downs, and somehow I couldn't find the time to focus on my thoughts. But here I am now, attempting to put into words what has happened and how things will go on.
Until a few weeks ago, I was still living in the small town in Wales, with my own little tattoo studio, in a terraced house. Somehow, everything changed suddenly. Fjella, the owner of Reichenbach Stables, wrote to me and told me that she had founded a second company, Cobington Garden, a breeding farm for Irish Cobs. The whole thing was really surprising. Fjella wasn't really the breeding type, and even less so a cold-blooded type. But in a strange way, it all somehow fit together perfectly.
With this news, she made me an offer. An old farmhouse was up for sale, by her own hand. Originally, it was her intention to renovate this house and live there herself, as it is close to Reichenbach Stables. However, with the coordination of Cobington and Reichenbach, the development of apartments on the estate, and the renovation of a residential building, she has too much to do to also take care of this farmhouse. So she suggested that I could buy this house, renovate it, and call it my own. It was strange because it immediately felt like the right thing to do; to say yes. And that's exactly what I did.
So, what can I say? I bought a house with an accompanying plot of land. And now the renovation and construction project begins. I've indirectly given up my tattoo studio in Wales. Because I'm taking it with me to my new home and building a new studio on my own property. The whole thing feels incredibly exciting and thrilling; I can hardly wait to get started. |
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