New house
Wow. Finally moved in. Everything that could go wrong, did. Nevertheless, by Monday night I was in my own home, eating pizza, getting visits from friends and family and listening to my nephews impress the kid with their antics. My favourite moment was when I showed my youngest nephew the giraffe screen print. To his mind, it was a winner, and he couldnt' wait to show it to the kid and announce in a very important voice "Look what your Mum made for you". Also managed to send the kid to childcare in a moderately convincing book week outfit-a combination of yellow, red and orange tshirts/trackie pants and 2 blow up arm floaties did make him look somewhat like a life saver. Noticed a friend from Mum;s group lamenting the fact that she'd attended a 4th birthday party with a "home made" theme and all the other kids had better costumes than her daughter.... maybe the party shoudl have been about making outfits?
Still loving the neighbourhood. My father in law drove me through the side streets abutting the railway line-worker cottages, narrow and cute, larger intriguing rectangular warehouse homes, so many houses with character. Looking forward to catching the train and getting out of traffic rage. Things have been stressful, juggling pressure on the home, work and financial front, but doing my best to believe that it's almost over and at the very least, Andy and I have our weekends at home again. On Saturday night, Megan and Ali visited, bringout over vegie salads and ethical meat, the latter for us to bbq. Was a good evening, though they were somewhat slow to notice that I my eyes were closed and I was sleep talking to them. The fate of having a young kid-you can't manage to socialise past 10, but you're awake at 2 in the morning. Do not know how Andy and I are going to manage to stay awake for the Billy Bragg concert in late October.
The good news is that our dear friend Gretski visits in October too and will stay with us. Not sure if she understands we live in the burbs now, no longer with our city views and ambulance sirens. How will the city seem to her, now that she's been gone for 12+ years and lived in two global cities and visited so many more? I feel like a city holiday again, like the time A and I stayed in Potts Point and saw Happy Go Lucky at the Verona and did the things that childless couples approaching 40 do-like walking around looking at art, second hand book shopping, snoozing in parks, drinking coffee in small dives, walking past junkies and drug deals and other night life signs with a certain blase. I'm not quite sure what is achievable now that we have the kid, probably wise to take Holly's lead and locate a place at North Bondi, so that the beach and the coastal paths are a distraction.
Thinking again, of how difficult the month is and yet knowing how lucky we are. We have a home of our own, that we delight in. We still have our health, yet we abuse it. The news that the wife of a young executive we know, is now threatened with a uncertain diagnosis, was quite sobering, as she has 2 young children and should have everything to look forward to. All anyone wants is health and time with their family...
Still loving the neighbourhood. My father in law drove me through the side streets abutting the railway line-worker cottages, narrow and cute, larger intriguing rectangular warehouse homes, so many houses with character. Looking forward to catching the train and getting out of traffic rage. Things have been stressful, juggling pressure on the home, work and financial front, but doing my best to believe that it's almost over and at the very least, Andy and I have our weekends at home again. On Saturday night, Megan and Ali visited, bringout over vegie salads and ethical meat, the latter for us to bbq. Was a good evening, though they were somewhat slow to notice that I my eyes were closed and I was sleep talking to them. The fate of having a young kid-you can't manage to socialise past 10, but you're awake at 2 in the morning. Do not know how Andy and I are going to manage to stay awake for the Billy Bragg concert in late October.
The good news is that our dear friend Gretski visits in October too and will stay with us. Not sure if she understands we live in the burbs now, no longer with our city views and ambulance sirens. How will the city seem to her, now that she's been gone for 12+ years and lived in two global cities and visited so many more? I feel like a city holiday again, like the time A and I stayed in Potts Point and saw Happy Go Lucky at the Verona and did the things that childless couples approaching 40 do-like walking around looking at art, second hand book shopping, snoozing in parks, drinking coffee in small dives, walking past junkies and drug deals and other night life signs with a certain blase. I'm not quite sure what is achievable now that we have the kid, probably wise to take Holly's lead and locate a place at North Bondi, so that the beach and the coastal paths are a distraction.
Thinking again, of how difficult the month is and yet knowing how lucky we are. We have a home of our own, that we delight in. We still have our health, yet we abuse it. The news that the wife of a young executive we know, is now threatened with a uncertain diagnosis, was quite sobering, as she has 2 young children and should have everything to look forward to. All anyone wants is health and time with their family...
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