#1634 Day 136 of getting there: sweet things

It was one sweet thing after another today. πŸ’–

I finally made the Nigella cake I’ve been meaning to make for the last two weeks. It’s a lemon polenta cake, and when I went to make it originally, I realised I was missing one key ingredient.

The POLENTA.

Fast forward to today, and I finished the deliciously sugary and citrusy dessert, eagerly waiting to dig into it for coffee time in the afternoon.

And afterwards as I went to casually check the mail… I found another sweet thing.

A sweet surprise… a letter from bestie!

But not for me. For baby girl.

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I showed her and she opened it, stunned, but also so happy. Her Dad helped her read it… stories about bestie and her hubbie at home, their gorgeous dog, and questions asking baby girl if she was missing school, and what her favourite song was? (That answer in itself is a whole essay!)

It was the sweetest of gestures to baby girl, and yet in some way, it probably meant a whole lot more to her parents. πŸ’•

Coffee time came, and the cake was sickly sweet! But really moist and nom nom nom too.

I think Hubbie will be taking pieces to his work mates this week, because let’s face it, we ain’t seeing anyone else to help us with it!

But I will be sure to share the sweetness again, when this is all over.

All in all, a pretty sweet day. πŸ˜‰

#1423 Christmas and cake

Not only was today great to celebrate our second Christmas…

But it was doubly great to end on a birthday.

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And THIS cake, was the absolute bomb.

I will not rest until I make this myself.

A sweet, to end a pretty sweet day with Hubbie’s family?

Why, you know I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.

It’s true. πŸŽ„πŸ°β€

#1356 My tribe is sweeter than pie

You know what great friends are?

It is walking out of a restaurant with them on a Friday night, and discovering they are all parked that way ⬅️ , while you are parked a 6 minute walk that way. ➑️

And they all without hesitation or having to look at one another say “we’ll walk you.”

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Friendship is like a flower.

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A bit like the flower in my dessert tonight. Exotic, pretty and delicate, precious and sweet.

People think it is easy to make friends. Sure the ‘making’ is easy. Making good ones that last, is theΒ hard bit.

That’s why great friends are so special.

They are exotic, in their ability to transport you to another place and time with their words.

They are pretty, in that their insides match their outsides, as the more you bond, the more you open up to one another… and the more beautiful they become in their honesty.

Delicate, because friendship is such, a powerful thing to behold but also a tender thing to break.

Precious because it is a treasure to find good friends! When you find them, don’t let them go.

And lastly, friendship is so, so sweet. But unlike the sickly sweetness of my banoffee desert where I just had to stop it was too much, friendship is exactly the opposite.

It is so sweet, that it is never enough.

I’ve realised that lately. I’ve been thinking a lot about my tribe. Those people in your life that fill you up with their presence. You leave their company, filled to the brim, your well of water full of their goodness, happiness, love and support.

It makes you feel alive. It makes you feel inspired, revitalised, like you can take on the world.

And yet you can never have enough.

I had a good think about my tribe the other day. And I realised with no surprise, that my oldest school friends were firmly on the list.

And they are sweeter than any dessert pie. πŸ₯§

 

 

 

#1347 Birds at brekkie

After school drop off this morning, Hubbie and I made some new friends.

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As I enjoyed a delicious cherry pie with my coffee, a couple of cute someones popped on over…

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They wanted some leftovers.

Aren’t they cute? I positioned my plate closer to the edge just so the birds could grab it easier from their landing post on a nearby chair. And then as I was snapping away trying to get a good shot, I caught one of them, in mid flight…

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How cool is that? Well that’s one way to make new friends πŸ˜‰

#1284 Lucky 7

As I drove into work on the dreaded Monash this morning, the car slowed, painfully so… for the longest time.

There was an accident. I shook my head. I was going to be late.

As I walked into work the drizzle intensified, cascading down over my face. I couldn’t help my amused smile. Thanks for the lovely send off Docklands.

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And then as I started up my computer, two programs weren’t working… I had to call IT.

Face palm.

All on my very last day of work.

It was finally HERE.

It was the weirdest sensation. I felt anxious and intensely nervous through most of the day. Things were emphasised to me at every turn… when I went up a lift “this will be my last time travelling to level 3.” When I scraped my bowl of its weetbix residue… “this will be my last dish from this kitchen.”

When I locked my locker for the last time.

When I logged off my computer for the last time.

Even going upstairs for a break with my colleagues got me over-sentimental. I in fact stopped going up for tea years ago, back when I started my morning coffee walks instead, and then there was the whole writing-at-the-desk-during-any-break thing…

I had to force myself to breathe. Pause. Reflect.

Many things made me feel better.

Firstly, this was not I, and I alone leaving. It was all of us. Our entire department and so many more. I was the second last of our team to leave, and so many had already walked my steps, felt my dis-ease, the discomfort and the bittersweet emotions at leaving.

It had happened to ALL my colleagues. My friends.

Secondly.… well change. It is inevitable. If this hadn’t happened now, we would have all been content in just going through the motions, the routine of work that we know like the back of our hand, becoming complacent in our roles and not expanding our mind and life journey with new learnings, adventures and places to see, people to meet.

There is so much to see. So many people to meet.

Memories flooded back to me as I looked around. The people I had seen come, and go. The places where secrets were shared. The darting looks and cheeky glances. The meltdowns. The showdowns. The ups, and downs.

Almost 12 years of my life.

I got my last coffee with a colleague… and today it was necessary to get dessert. Sure I had leftover cake from the weekend at home…

But it was my LAST DAY EVER. Screw that.

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It was sublime.

As I sent off a billion emails to my personal email, going through folders and deleting files here, there and everywhere, the feeling of anxiety grew.

I was deleting, and removing any remnants of me, from my locker… my desk… my entire email account. 1000s upon 1000s made their way into the graphic rubbish can on screen.

And my anxiety grew.

I was forgetting something. I met with HR. Got my papers. Went through more emails. Checked my lists… again. Went through my empty locker… again.

I had done everything I had to… and yet there was the strongest urge that I had forgotten something.

And just like that, at the acknowledgment of my lost feeling, I realised.

I felt like I was forgetting something, because a piece of me was going to remain there, even after I walked out the doors.

You can’t just flick a switch. Walk out without turning back. Expect to not have a memory lingering. Some laughter floating through the halls.

You can’t do it. Not after so long. Not after having created some of the best memories with the best people you could ask for.

You couldn’t, just, forget.

With that in mind, knowing I was going to have to leave a piece of me behind…. I walked out.

And instead of the grey morning and drizzle I had walking in with, now there was sunshine.

There was a new adventure waiting for me.

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And it’s a bit hard for me to believe now, so early… but I think it will be even better than this one.

And that’s because of my lucky number. Numbers. Because I have lots. And it’s not just 7.

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#1241 Hot choc dough

I am satisfied.

Not in the fact, that it was supreme and fulfilled some deep chocolatey desire in the depths of my soul.

Those pools of chocolate look like they lead into a soul though.

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These are, peeps, hot chocolate doughnuts. Like, REAL ‘hot chocolate.’ IN A DOUGHNUT. And it keeps, for real… there is white chocolate along the bottom so the hot chocolate in the centre will not seep out or make the bottom soggy.

It is hot-chocolate-proof.

And sure, it was good. It satisfied me. These limited edition creations from Rebel Donuts have satisfied me in that I was so full, and so nauseous afterwards, that I am satisfied to never have them again.

No, they weren’t awful. I found them really very good.

But you know when you are so satisfied, you are done?

Yes. I am done. √

#1230 Last day of term bliss

So many wonderful things marked this fabulous end of term 2 for school.

(All I can see before me, are sleep-ins and lazy mornings… πŸ˜‰ )

Firstly, it was a stunningly bright day for Winter. So warm in fact, I didn’t need to wear my jacket during the day! Shock horror.

Secondly, it was crazy hair day at baby girl’s school. And though we didn’t do anything extreme like stick a coca cola bottle to her head (yep I saw it) we sprayed some pink and attached a huge bow, and she was pretty rapt with that.

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The effort of the kids today, was superb. Kudos to them all for making the last day so bloody colourful and bright, almost as bright as the shining sun from above.

And lastly, what baby girl and I had been looking forward to for a few days now…

The library visit.

You are clearly new to this blog if you don’t know why we were looking forward to it.

What makes the library visit so damn exciting? (Well other than books galore, duh).

The corner cafΓ© in there…and THAT hedgehog.

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This hedgehog slice is so amazing, every time we pay a visit I MUST have one. With baby girl and her ginger meg, me with my slice, along with our respective babycino and cappuccino, we sat and slurped and nibbled, appreciating every little morsel and the firm knowledge that now it was HOLIDAYS.

Mwa ha ha.

And after rushing about all day, it was so nice to end the afternoon with a book, drinking some coffee, and watching baby girl choose books from afar.

Ahhh. Welcome July school holidays, I am so glad you are here. πŸ™‚

#1177 Changing plans

A day where you end up where you didn’t expect, is honestly as good as a holiday.

Away from the routine. Away from the housework. Away from the same old same old, blah blah blah.

Do it on a school/work night, and shock horror… “you are doing what on a Monday night?” (no less)… tee hee hee. πŸ™‚

Imagine you thought you were going to end up in one place (uh, home?) and then, the night brought you to another location?

With family. Cousins.

And vanilla slice.

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Yep, it is that vanilla slice AGAIN. Any day that ends in vanilla slice, good company and a change of scenery, is happy times for me.

(Don’t forget the coffee).

#1150 Finding Paradise in Pastry

It was a kind of blessing when Hubbie made the request last night that he wanted cannoli.

All I could think of was that Italian place on our old end of town…

Hold up. Was I thinking of that place because I knew we would be down that way today?

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And so we were. Mum tagged along too, so it became not just a cannoli-booty call, but I got my Mum out and about for some much necessary socialising time.

(I am not too sure if the words β€˜Mum’ and β€˜booty call’ should even be allowed in the same sentence…πŸ€”)

Here is my Mum with baby girl

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Awww. What a perfect picture. 😍🀣

And our delightful sweets…

Oh and Hubbie enjoyed his end-of-day cannoli booty call too. 🀣

#1045 Christmas at a different place

As far as I can remember, I’ve celebrated every single Christmas in the same place.

My parents’ house.

There was that Christmas my Dad caught a stray canary, which ended up being Hubbie, then ‘boyfriend’s pet bird aptly named β€˜Chrissy.’

The Christmas it hailed golf balls and our cars and the backyard pergola got a beating.

Or the Christmas we went mad throwing water balloons at each other all over the yard, and got told off by my Dad… (oh that was in recent years 😬 )

All those warm Christmases, dancing in the garage, walking to the park, eating, drinking, memory making…

The Christmas I snuck off to see Hubbie-then-boyfriend for a bit. 🀫

The Christmas we drank too much vodka in the first hour. πŸ₯ƒ

The Christmas I drank nothing – with a precious new 4 month old. 😍🀱

The Christmas some of my friends came, and some of my family could not handle the extra crazy. 😜πŸ€ͺ🀩

34 Christmases.

Today was Christmas number 35.

But… it was spent at my sister’s house.

I thought I would feel more nostalgia going into the day. All of these years of tradition, of memories, retreating to the same backyard post-lunch… and it was all changing.

But very quickly, something became apparent to me.

It wasn’t the location. It was all about the people.

Sure the house was different. The decorations would be different. The food and drink would be a bit different, and sure, the location was completely different.

But different didn’t mean bad. It was different, but it was still beautiful. And of course, there was a lot of love.

All of this was present, the beauty, the love… because the people were the same.

As long as I am with my loved ones, I am happy.

Merry Christmas to all. I hope yours was spent with loved ones, no matter where you were. β€οΈπŸŽ„πŸ™πŸŽ…

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