Hello Friend

I caught up with a friend last week.  We had not seen each other for a few years and she has just moved to The Coast from Sydney, as I am sure a lot of my Sydney friends will, given enough time.  We actually met through blogging, a few years ago.  Meeting people through blogging is a great experience because there are so many blogs out there for people to choose from.  And a few special people choose to follow you, for whatever reason, and those people you usually have some kind of connection with.  We just clicked straight away, similar goals, ideals, dreams.  Time flew as we sat chatting over coffee.  It was almost like we had only just caught up the day before, we were able to so easily talk to each other. 

I met a girl a few weeks ago.  We started chatting and found out we had so much in common.  She asked for my phone number.  She was new to The Coast and didn't know anyone except for the people she worked with and her partner.  I gave it to her and we are catching up today.  I have struggled with friendships since we moved up here.  At first it was almost impossible because of the hours we were doing.  Then we moved and we seem to be the only people in this area without children.  We don't seem to have anything in common with the neighbours and I think they look at us and scratch their heads trying to work us out.  But with the majority of our friends an hour away it has been hard.  And meeting people now is hard.  I find it difficult when I meet someone and have an instant connection with them.  What am I supposed to do?  Give them my number and say call me?  It reminds me of dating and I don't know what the protocol is.  

One of the girls at work told me yesterday that she was home alone this weekend with her little girl and that if I was free I was more than welcome to come round and have a drink.  I feel so fortunate that suddenly I find myself forming a support group right here on The Coast.  I never felt lonely, but I did feel that I was lacking in some serious local, female bonding, it was something in the back of my mind, almost like a little note on my To-Do list 'seek out some local friends'.  Zig Ziglar says that "If you go looking for a friend, you’re going to find they’re very scarce. If you go out to be a friend, you’ll find them everywhere."  Perhaps I made this shift, or maybe it was because I stopped being so busy that I was able to stop and get back into life.  Either way I am going to keep on doing whatever it is I am doing, being a friend to everyone I meet and grow these buds of friendship I have been so fortunate to find.

Young Love

I remember when Hubby and I first moved in together.  We were both living with our parents at the time.  I had moved out (and back) several times so I was able to contribute a little to the enormous list of "Things you need when you get your own place".  Hubby was living in a little flat at his parents, so he had a few things to.  Like the bed.  I was back in my single, childhood bed, so it was his Queen that made the journey down.  It was hideous and I hated it.  That first night, it was getting dark and he had just finished setting up the entertainment unit (priorities, priorities) so it was time to move onto the bed.  But there was a piece missing.  A crucial piece which meant we spent that first night sleeping on the mattress on the floor.  I woke up with an asthma attack because apparently that place had never met a Dyson before.  I wonder if Hubby was questioning what he had signed up for.  The bed went up the next day.  It was low to the ground and had this awful aqua blue felt thing that went around the entire bed.  It looked so...... bachelor.  I understand Hubby was, and that at the time many many years ago it was probably quite fashionable, but still.

We went up the road to the Supermarket to do a big shop.  You know the one where you easily spend over $200 just getting everything; food, cleaning products and those random items you think, yes we need that, like a washing up brush.  We discovered they sold bedding.  We picked out a blue sheet set, $19.95, what a bargain.  Back then I didn't care that it was a cotton/polyester blend.  It was affordable, cheap and would do the job, and that was the goal back then.

We didn't have a table and chairs.  His parents came down about a week later with a surprise.  It was an outdoor 4 seater setting.  I set it up inside the house.  It became our dining table for about 6 months.  Everything was so innocent.  We didn't really watch TV.  We would cook in the cockroach infested kitchen.  Simple meals; fry some meat, cook some rice, open a bottle of sauce, voila, dinner.  I would set the outdoor table, we would sit down to dinner, say Grace and turn on Love Song Dedications (radio).  We would eat, and then lean back in our chairs sipping Apple Cider, talking, learning more about each other every day.

That was all our life was, getting to learn about each other and learning to live together.  As soon as we walked in the door all our problems vanished and it was just the two of us and nothing else mattered.  It was all new and exciting and there was this sense that this was it, we had found each other.  I would look across at him during dinner and have this feeling that in 50 years time, I would be sitting down to dinner and looking into the eyes of this man in front of me.  This was love.

Breathe

In - Two - Three and Out - Two - Three.  Time flies when you are busy, and the most tragic thing is I wish I could just pop back onto my blog and say I was caught up with something really exciting and 'noteworthy' but the reality is I have just been stuck in the generally busy-ness of life.  And health appointments.  Was it Round 2 or 3 of Bloods I had done on Saturday?  I am not sure, but I get the results today.  Because hey, when you have one health issue (PCOS) let's just keep digging to uncover more.

So here I am, so early in the morning it is still dark, finding myself drawn back to my blog and wondering just what I have done all this time.  I have Raz at my feet.  He is a morning Pug, but it's good, we hang out together in the morning while Hubby and Mr C snooze for as long as possible.  Every health appointment I have I keep getting told to relax (I wouldn't say life or my job is particularly stressful, just that I tend to be more anxious in general then most) so I now start my days with Morning Yoga.  It sounds so pious doesn't it?  But in reality when you are overweight and highly inflexible all it does it point out that you are just a little more than a few sessions away from achieving optimal health.  After all, trying to do some of the moves with a PCOS belly in the way is challenging and slightly mortifying (thank goodness I only have Raz as my audience).  I do feel slightly better afterwards, if only that my body has woken up a little bit more and seems to have caught up with my racing mind.

I have been quite busy around the house too, I have this great desire to Nest at the moment.  So a lot of time is spent at home cleaning and trying to sort things out.  Ever since we moved here I have had this To Do list.  But I think one of the great joys of house ownership is that there will always be something to do to the house/yard.  And really, if I did get it all done, what would we do on weekends?  So the list has gone and we will just potter about doing what we can when we feel like it.  Besides, unless I happen across tens of thousands dollars in the street, pottering is the cheapest option right now too.  And with only such a short amount of time left when it will be just the two of us, we need to save for our very Childless weekends away in the Hunter Valley, wining and dining.  Like we did a week ago. 

 

This is life right now, busy, but busy is the only auto pilot I have, so it might be time to jump onto YouTube, search yoga and so a quick session before the rest of the house starts to stir.