Tuesday 24 February 2015

Life

So, life has a funny way of changing so much;
and in such a short space of time.

It makes me start to question things,
re-evaluate things,
look at things from a new perspective.

On Saturday, one of my besties,
and the only actual friend I have living in town,
told me she's leaving town,
that she was handing in her resignation.

It makes sense, and it's the best thing for her.
Really, it is.
She's been so miserable at work for ages, and it's taking it's toll on her.
On everything she says, does, thinks.
It's definitely the right thing for her.

But, it devastated me a little.

She has only been here for 5 years but that 5 years feels like a lifetime

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do without her,
she's the one I call on a regular basis,
for any reason at all.

She's the one I fangirl over The Hobbit, and Sherlock,
and numerous other things with.

She's the one who's place I randomly show up to,
or her at mine,
for no reason at all,
and it ends hours later with great conversations, dinner, and movies

She's the one I go and see movies with.

She's the one I tell everything to.

I really don't know what I'm going to do without her.

Sure, she's still a phone call away,
but she's also 8 hours drive
(on a good day),
so I can't really just decide, spur of the moment, that I want/need to see her.

It's gonna suck, but it's what's best for her.

She wrote out her resignation letter at my place on Sunday night.
She handed it in yesterday.

It's all very real now.

It made me start to question a few things.

Then on Sunday night my aunt died

I wasn't really sure how to feel, actually, I'm still not

She has been very sick for a long time
2 years suffering from cancer.

By the end she barely ate
and all she did was sleep

I felt bad when my first feeling was of relief, and not a lot of surprise.

She's no longer suffering, she's not in pain.

But at the same time, a wonderful, kind, spirited lady is no longer with us.

One of the few aunt's on my dad's side (she married my dad's brother)
who actually was interested in what my sister and I did
She didn't ask us when we were getting married
or when we're having kids like so many others do

She was interested in us, and what we wanted to do.

Her funeral is Friday.
She is being cremated

She would have had everything planned out, down to the last flower and song

She was just that sort of person
She wouldn't have wanted her husband, kids, grandkids, and great grandkids
(She was my aunt, but only a year younger than my Gran, they went to school together)
to have to organise that on top of their grief

That;s just who she was

All this change and upheaval has made me start to re-evaluate things

Big things and small things

Goals and wants and dreams

It has made me even more certain that physiology is what I want to do,
and that I want to work with the kids in a hospital like Westmead, or Randwick Children's Hospitals

It has made me more certain that I want a partner (ideally a husband), and children
I want a house filled with family and friends and laughter and love

But at the same time, it has made me more certain that I need to travel again,
That I shouldn't put off my trip to the UK any further
That, no matter what my mother says about finishing uni first,
I should put it off for a few years and go

Before husbands and kids come around

Uni will still be there when I get back
It's really not going anywhere

When my mum says 'wait' all I can think about is Barry doing Canada and the Rockies alone
Barry and Barbara had been talking about it for years
They were planning on going next year
Now he will go on his own, if he goes at all

I don't want to do that

I don't want to put off what I want to do, and can do, now, for later

A later that might never come.

My grandfather (my mum's dad), died when he was 62.
My Gran was a widow at 50.
My mum is 54, my dad 59 this year

It puts things into perspective

About ages, and being 'old' and how out views change as we get older

I loved doing Contiki through the USA a few years ago,
getting up early and going to bed late,
hauling my luggage up the stairs of our motels
(my roommate and I got every top floor whenever we stayed somewhere that didn't have an elevator)
running about to be places on time,
exploring new places with new friends
or on my own,
without a map, or any idea where I was going

I loved Vancouver when I lived there for 6 months nearly 3 years ago

Again, on my own
with no-one I knew,
and no idea what I was doing or where I was going.

I look at my parents doing a Topdeck tour through Europe a few months before I left for Canada

My dad was over hauling suitcases and travelling everyday by the end of it
My mum was over traipsing up and down stairs all the time
They needed the week they spent in Ireland, hiring a car and doing it at their own pace
they needed the week spent in Greece at the end of it all to unwind and relax

I don't want to be that age and struggling to do Europe,
being so exhausted at the end

I want to LIVE in the UK
Or Ireland, I'm not picky

I don't want to just holiday

Australia is so far away from everything else,
I need to make the most of whatever time I have to spend in these far off places.

A friend of mine (Canadian) asked if she could visit me when I move.
Of course she can
She said 'It's only a 6 hour flight from Toronto to London'

I'm pretty sure it's a 6 hour flight from Sydney to Perth

It's 3 hours to New Zealand

It's 9 hours to Japan

16 hours to the West Coast of the States/Canada

It's 24+ hours (depending on stop over length) to get to London

I want to stay for as long as I can. It's not like it's a simple trip to hop back over there to see something I didn't get to see before.

Morag's move, and Barbara's death have just solidified the knowledge that there is nothing in my hometown for me anymore

My school friends have all left or moved on, or we are no longer friends,
even if we still say hello to each other when we see each other

My family are all in various stages of moving

My sister bought a house last year with her partner and will be moving into it,
in another town (our uni town) in July, to be with him rather than long distance

My parents put their house on the market,
within a week there was an offer on it (just waiting to see if they get finance)
They will rent somewhere in town for 6 months,
and apply for jobs in and around Newcastle
They have a house down there that they are renting out to someone
They will move as soon as they get jobs

There will be nothing in this town for me by the end of the year most likely

Even my good friends at work are leaving me

Carlyn is going back home to Canada with her Aussie fiance,
and Josh is going with them

I have to do this for me, not for anyone else.

Time is too short,

and life is too precious

So, decide what you want to do,
what is important to you,
what you will regret not doing on your deathbed

Then go and do it

Life is too short to do what others want you to do at the expense of what you want

Dance, sing, laugh, travel, learn, experience, cry, believe and live

That is all you can do.

Tuesday 17 February 2015

I'm in love!!!


With a washing machine.

MY washing machine to be precise.

That is how happy I am to finally have one.

I'm sure you're all thinking I've lost the plot somewhere,
that maybe the heat has gone to my head (it is likely),
or I'm dehydrated (a very distinct possibility in this immense heat) and hallucinating

But I assure you I'm not.

I finally got a washing machine on Sunday (I may have done a little happy dance when mum called to tell me they were bringing it in, 
even though I groaned at the thought of getting up before 9am on a Sunday I didn't have to work)

Sunday before last I was heading into pole dancing practice and went via mum and dads to drop off work clothes so they could be washed

Enter unexpected meeting with an aunt and uncle (dad's older sister), while I'm there in my gym tan top and pole shorts (which are very short).

My aunt asked if I needed a washing machine, and that my cousin happened to be getting a new one on Saturday, and if I wanted it I could have his old one.

Yay for free stuff.

I said yes enthusiastically before I practically ran out the door
(I was running late)

And I finally have it
*cue more happy dancing around my house

Seriously guys, you have no idea how happy this piece of machinery makes me.

I moved into my place the 17th of December. 

It's now the 17th of Feb.

It has been 2 MONTHS of running backwards and forwards to my parents place (15km each way) just to wash my clothes, and sheets and towels.

And being that we are only given one set of work clothes, that makes a lot of running into town just to wash a shirt and pair of pants
and anything else that I had lying around to make an even semi decent sort of load

I am so very happy to have a washing machine now. 

It means I can wash my work clothes when I get home from work and they will dry before I go to work the next day.

I can wash my sheets and towels without dragging them all over town

I can wash my clothes and underwear without being worried that I'll drop my knickers somewhere between my house and my car!!!

I am sure in a few weeks this awesomeness will wear off, but for now I will bask in the awesomeness of modern technology finally being in my house



Oh, and did I mention that my uncle is Hungarian?

And even though we are family, I am not entitled to any kind of entitlements?

He is and I'm not. Which really sucks.

No European passport. No easier access to visas. Nothing

All because he is an uncle rather than a direct relative!

His European citizenship is lost on his sons.

Not so much on his daughters, but neither of his sons want to travel.

I would be quite happy to take their ability to get a European passport, but that is not allowed.

Stupid laws.

Maybe one day he could take me and show me around Hungary. 

Especially because I have no idea where to go, what I'm doing, and I don't speak the language.

I'm not sure if his kids do either. I'm sure he does, even if he's been out here for many, many, many years. 
Like, he and my aunt had their 50th wedding anniversary a few years ago.
(My dad is the second youngest of 12, hence the massive age and timeline gaps between the siblings.)

Tuesday 3 February 2015

Australia Day Weekend Fun!!!

And some not so fun, but we'll get there.

So, the other day I got a call from Nat coz she had to cancel our dinner date because she had a co-worker's farewell to attend.

I understood, I did, really, but I was very disappointed.

I really wanted a chance to catch up with her, and o get everything about my dad off my chest to someone who wasn't involved in it.

But no worries, I got a message Friday night asking how I felt about a road trip to Sydney and a girls day. 

I said no way.

Kidding.

I said hell yeah!!!

So, Saturday afternoon, I packed my bags (after getting the day off work, and being told dad was coming home which is a whole other post entirely), and headed the 1.5 hours south to see one of my bestest ever friends. 

I mean, this was the girl who called me at 9am on a Saturday morning, when I was so hungover I seriously thought I would die, told me to get my arse in the shower, that she needed groceries, and I was going with her.

She banged on my bathroom door for about 5 minutes before I could make myself leave the warm confines of the shower stall that day.

Then proceeded to give me shit about it ever after. She still does.

Anyway...

I get there and am handed my bridesmaid dress and my wedding invitation (I had made a joke about not being invited because everyone already had there's and were sending them back and I hadn't even gotten one)

It's stunning.



Ans it's the blue in the picture and looks exactly the same.

They made them all to order, so we each got our dress in exactly our size.

And yes, I am trying to lose weight, but it laces up the back so as long as I don't lose 20 kg in the next 10 or so weeks, it'll still fit!

Nat was hesitant as none of us had bought made to order dresses, but they're perfect. I'm thinking I may cut the length of mine to my knees afterwards because you could definitely wear it shorter and it would still look amazing.

Fro Yo we had for dessert on Friday night
Anyway...

Sunday morning, bright and early we pack the car and hit the road. 

Part way there we remembered that, while we bought the snorkeling gear with us, we forgot the umbrella and hats. Oops.

So, We pick up Amy, then meander through the city to Wollongong where we pick up Boe, before heading down the South Coast. 

We ended up at Shellharbour. More specifically, Bushrangers Bay.


Yes, the rocks go right into the water. Makes it hard to get in and even harder to get out.
All images via Google.
It's an absolutely breathtaking place, and I wish I had my photos, but they were taken with Nat's phone.

It was here, on this pebbly beach, that we waddled into the water, laughing at each other as we tried not to fall over as we navigated the rocks in our flippers, and snorkeled in the wonderfully warm water for about an hour.

Too bad the water was a bit murky and we couldn't see very far.

The group of diver's getting their certificates made me want to join them.

After we all paddled (and I had a slight moment of panic when I felt like I couldn't breathe, as I always do when I first start to snorkel or dive after no having done it for a while), we sat on the warm rocks (using our towels as padding), and soaked up the glorious sun.

Then we headed for an actual beach, back up in Shellharbour.




Ah, the beach. Really nothing like it, and I really haven't seen any place (that's not a small island ala Fiji etc) that has beaches like ours. With kilometers of sand stretching out in both directions, the clear water, the atmosphere. 

To be honest, even when I was in the USA I found myself missing Australia's beaches.

This time I didn't get in the water.

Nat and I lazed around, soaking in the sun, and making pictures out of the clouds like we were 5 again.

Ok, so we did splash our feet in the waves, running in and out like crazy people and trying to splash each other like we were kids, but it was fun. All this while Amy and Boe bobbed about in the water.

It was a great day, and I had so much fun.

It was just what I needed. A day of fun, sun, water and my girlies.

All was good until we had dinner.

KFC

I ate it and within minutes was so hugely bloated it was difficult to take in a deep breath because my skin wouldn't stretch anymore.

I was so glad when we got to Boe's place and I could use her bathroom.

I felt better.

We dropped Amy off a home, and I took over the driving.

I felt ok. I had the window wound down so I could get some air but I was ok.

We were 20 minutes from Nat's place, still on the freeway, when I turned to her and said "We need to stop, I'm going to be sick".

I hit the breaks, hard (because I drive a manual and she drives and auto and I was reflexively looking for a clutch), put a hand over my mouth and a hand on the door.

Too late.

I was sick in her car.

I felt terrible about it later, after I'd got out of the car and was throwing up over the railing at the side of the road, while Nat cleaned up. (she said it was good practice for when the kids come along).

I took my dress off, used the clean part to wipe the grease (I could see it on my leg in the weak light from the car), and was forever grateful that I was still in my bikini, and not running around in my underwear.

Although, from the honks, and hollers we got from passing cars, I don't think they could tell the difference.

We made it home, and I spent the next 45 minutes curled around the toilet. 

I showered, then headed to bed.

And proceeded to get up about every 10-20 minutes, 30-40 if I was lucky, to throw up, or other things.

Even if I had nothing left to throw up, my body wouldn't stop.

I think it was trying to remove my organs my 3am.

Even water wouldn't stay down.

I finally dragged myself back to bed, carrying a bucket, and curled up, my clean beach towel under my head and seriously contemplated having to call my parents in the morning to come and get me because I didn't think I would be able to actually drive home.

Food poisoning...

I don't recommend it.

It took me 3 days to get over.

Thursday morning was the first morning I woke up without wondering if I would feel the need to vomit that day. I think the no work, and being able to sleep in helped immensely.

Thank god for amazing friends.

I put money in her bank account for car cleaning when I put the rest of the money for hair and make up in.

She wasn't happy, because she had told me not to...

That her car needed a clean anyway...

I didn't listen.

It alleviated my guilt just a little.

Needless to say I won't be eating KFC again.

Such a horrible way to end such an amazing weekend.

But. more good things to come :D