The fog has cleared, the cloud has lifted, and I couldn’t be more grateful for it.
Although I am not 100%, I feel a world of difference to how I was yesterday.
So it comes to reason, that that is what I am most happy about today.
We’ve just had a heat wave. It’s not going to last too long with a colder front and rain due to arrive by tomorrow, but even though we are only mid-Spring, everyone came out to play today.
And so did we.
We grabbed some take away fish & chips for dinner, and went to the beach for the first time this season. The chips were crisp on the outside and soft in the middle.
The water was freezing!
And I soothed my mind, by staring out at the endless ocean in front of me.
A pair of brothers, primary-school aged, live next door. Confident, direct, interested. They sat perched on the fence bordering our homes as I put up the washing this afternoon, baby girl on the ground floor trying to scale up our side of the fence to reach them.
“Can we play with her?” the younger one asked.
“Ahhh,” I stalled. I didn’t have any reason to say no, but I had a headache, I needed to start dinner, and I didn’t know where they would play… I hadn’t even met their mother, and so I couldn’t just unceremoniously dump baby girl on her to play with some older boys at her house.
“She’s having an early dinner soon, so I’m not sure,” I bluffed.
“Is that because she’s going to bed earlier?” (I told you, interested).
“No, not really…”
“Maybe we can come over and play after dinner?”
“Yeah.” Push things to after. “We’ll see what happens.”
I then took the washing basket in thinking it was all resolved and nothing would happen, while baby girl jumped on her trampoline and let off some steam.
Well then, I actually started on dinner. And about 45 minutes later, with things well underway, Hubbie home from work and now my splitting headache also far along, I was sitting for a moment on the couch, doing a Bold and the Beautiful catch-up, when something caught my eye out of the front window, some figures coming up the footpath towards the house.
Boys. Barefoot. Bowed heads.
But ready to play with Baby Girl.
I turned to baby girl who hadn’t yet seen them, and when I asked her if she wanted to play with them, here and now, she almost couldn’t believe her stroke of luck.
She led them to the backyard and they jumped away like mad, performing all manner of tricks in the trampoline.
The boys came inside, spoke to us. Looked at our nearby photos, played with her toys. They slam dunked on a basketball hoop we have hanging off a nearby door, and we asked them about their primary school.
They were really gentle and kind with baby girl.
They all played together, just perfectly. And the level of respect they showed to her, just blew me away.
Even besides the impressing me part, I was reminded, and led back to the good ol’ days when I was that young kid. At my neighbours’ house – and I had three friendly neighbour houses who I frequented daily back then – that I knew back to front.
I knew their lives and their families. They knew mine. It was the perfect, best upbringing. Four houses in a row, and all four houses with girls of the same age. It was the stuff of stories. Not even writers could write this stuff and get away with it.
But so too, it ended the way stories do. People grow up. Parents separate. Kids go to private schools and remove themselves. And soon they all moved away.
It doesn’t take away from my awesome childhood memories, and honestly, I have too many. I am still in contact with 2 out of those 3 girls, and even went to their weddings, and they mine, so I think that is a fabulous effort considered.
But I sometimes think, and ponder, how nice it would be for baby girl to grow up amongst that kind of setting. Neighbours her age, where they could spend their days together, outside as kids should, running and bike riding and playing hide and seek within a one block radius, ‘park permitted.’ 🙂
Freedom, and yet safety. Where the parents know each other, know the kids, and all can play together, alternating houses, and yet the parents can still tell their kids friends to ‘go home because we’re having dinner now.’ That kind of honest, direct, freedom.
I thought of all that today. I thought of what I had growing up, and I looked at what was happening now in our house.
The noise, the kids, the neighbours. Her new friends 🙂
The ball rolled over to me as I was chopping cucumbers. I kicked it back to the young boy who took it and slam dunked against the hoop.
Later, Hubbie interrupted their jumping party outside and told them it was now our dinner time. Baby girl waved them off, “bye boys!” while he hoisted them OVER THE FENCE.
Now that’s, a real neighbour. I freaking love it :):):)
I’ve been quietly shitting myself for a couple of months now.
I didn’t even tell Hubbie about my horrible toilet disposition until just recently, when I felt I might have to forewarn him in the event of some horrible Murphy’s Law eventuating.
You see, earlier this year we purchased tickets to a Sia concert at the end of November. I’ve been waiting for them to arrive since August ended, since that is what was anticipated by the ticket company upon purchase.
Well, come end of August, and still, NO TICKETS.
Why did I start to freak, other than the obvious of clearly wanting to get tickets to a show I purchased?
Well, Hubbie is a HUGE Sia fan. After reading in an interview a while back that said she would never tour, he then proclaimed that if she were to EVER actually do it and come here, he would pay big bucks for the occasion.
Which leads me to my second diarrhoea composition. We did end up spending BIG BUCKS when she announced her tour, so much so that it put a terrific dent in our credit card, something we are still paying for! (in EVERY sense of the word).
And lastly, when I bought these tickets online, I purposefully DIDN’T purchase ticket insurance, OR organise the extra fee for them to be delivered via registered mail.
Why?! I had just spent a small fortune as it was. I know it is bonkers, but I didn’t want to spend more, even if it were for peace of mind, when I had already put more money than we could handle onto these tickets.
So, instead, I started to sweat. Through my arse.
But alas, today! Today we finally received them, safely and in one piece.
I have tucked them away for safe-keeping, and I will remember this scenario as a word of warning for myself in the future…
Purchase the God-damn ticket insurance when you need to take out a mortgage for your concert tickets. That is all.
It is the loveliest thing, when the town that you move to decides to throw you a welcoming party in honour of your presence, and then at each anniversary they throw more parties, just to remember how amazing it is that you decided to regal them with your being to reside in their locality.
Yep. That, or it happened to be the Main Street Mornington Festival, which falls on the third Sunday of October and has been happening for 22 years now, and it just so happily coincides with the time of year you decided to move.
Same same. A lucky coincidence either way.
And so the gratitude and happiness at our 1 year long Sea change continued today at the Main Street Fest. It was a stunning day, with a very fresh, strong sea breeze, and yet still, the people were out in force, packed like sardines in the middle of the street as they squeezed their way through amongst the countless and endless food stalls on either end.
After moving very slowly for what seemed like too long, we ended up deciding to just sit down and watch everyone else idle on by, and so we happened across the best spot at one of our most favourite-st of places to eat, drink, do anything really: The Winey Cow.
(I had the best Laksa!)
A spot of ice cream was required from Vespa’s afterwards
And then once some more fun and drinks were had, we headed off back to the car a good few blocks away…
Oh, to be a kid and be able to hitch a ride like that. She is so damn lucky. I had to walk.
And then, poor Hubbie’s shoulders.
But all in all, the day was splendid, and we had spent it as intended – us, our family, just doing what we came here to do a year ago…
Enjoy life 🙂
Today marked exactly one year since we moved across town to live a different life.
A more caffeinated life:
A more explorative life:
A more beach-y life:
And definitely, a more sunset-y one:
It has been an amazing year, and here’s hoping it only gets better.
It started out as a dream, progressed into a waking nightmare as we dealt with moving, unpacking, and adjusting to life in a older house, with things going wrong, no time for ourselves, and endless renovations/to-dos/life changes.
Once that spell was over (and boy was it a LONG one) things went on the improve, bit by bit.
A year later, we can never, EVER look back. We knew, even in those most difficult of days, trying of times and curse-filled moments, that we had made the best decision for US.
And aside from all of the above pros of moving, the other major one has been the closer proximity to most of our family.
So today baby girl was that touch closer in distance to her third cousin, to attend her 4th birthday:
(Yes they are wearing the same skirt, it was totally not intended yet so cool when we realised they were twinsies. I CAN’T EVEN).
And then later we made an impromptu visit to my sister’s place , something we never used to do, but a favourite new past-time that is becoming more and more common, from both sides.
(Baby girl and her Aunty making coffees 😉 )
And suddenly, there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy today. Happy for our move. Happy for this 1st Anniversary. Happy for Life.
It’s a lovely thing when you can pick and choose, do this one day and then that.
Go to the shops at a whim, just decide to walk around the block, grab that coffee from that corner café, just because, sunny day.
Have your hair brown one day… red the next.
Ok so I didn’t actually go a bright red, it’s just a slight tinted sheen that is only really obvious in the sunlight. But the colour of the hair cream the hairdresser used on me today matched my red bag, so much so a passer-by would’ve thought I’d end up like Ronald McDonald.
It all boils down to freedom, to do this or that… and something as simple as getting your hair coloured differently, is as good a reason as any to be grateful.
And yes, I know my bag is getting worn out… I am accepting all donations for a Campomaggi bag like this:
Thanks In Advance 🙂