Tuesday, November 25, 2014
You guys, this month. It started with a teeny tiny wet patch on my carpet, which turned into a giant pool of water on my bedroom floor, which turned into me moving in with my parents temporarily. (Side note: My parents really are the most wonderfully supportive people that a 28-year-old living back at home could ask for. They even cook you dinner at the end of the day. So that bit wasn’t all bad...) Then my car was hit by a truck (rude!) and the driver didn’t even stop (ruder!) and now I have a leaky hot water tank. But the real bummer is, with all the tradies coming and going in my apartment, I haven't even been able to put up my Christmas tree. (I mean, c’mon – November is nearly over. I am missing out on prime festive time. Soon I’ll only have a month to enjoy being Christmassy!)
So in short, things have been way stressful and way overwhelming lately (in the way that things are when they are miles out your know-how) but there have been good things, too – and today I’m choosing to focus on them...
1. I have a sister who can make the most delicious prosciutto, tomato and buffalo mozzarella sandwiches in history. These things could end wars, they’re that good.
2. In other food-related news, there have been deliveries of cronuts in the office. (There's also been a spike is joyous jumping, which may or may not be related to the cronuts.)
3. I’m yet to get an my own desk at my new job, but the girl I'm doing sharesies with plays Taylor Swift (new and vintage) all day... so, you know, winning.
4. Jacarandas are blooming everywhere in Sydney and the wind is blowing the blossoms around like purple rain. My camera roll is 90% jacaranda pics right now.
5. The Newsroom is back on TV. And just like that, my Monday nights have meaning again.
6. Christmas trees have started popping up in every shop and office building. The most wonderful time of the year is finally here!
7. The supermarket has decided to start stocking my favourite rose tea again.
8. Mockingjay was every bit as as awesome as I had hoped it would be (Liam Hemsworth, mmmm...).
9. I have not had to take a jacket to work for two weeks. Yeah, warm weather.
10. Cherries (let's just call them nature's candy) are now in season.
11. I’m happy to confirm: the funnest way to spend a Saturday night is at Katy Perry’s concert with a $15 flashing glow stick in hand.
12. And getting out of the multi-storey carpark afterwards in five minutes flat when it usually takes more than an hour? You’d better believe I was high-fiving myself all the way home.
13. There’s a brand spankin' new iPhone 6 on its way to me. Hustle, iPhone, hustle.
14. Finding $10 in your jeans pocket = guaranteed happiness. Realising that it’s actually two $10 notes squished together = actual squeals of excitement.
15. Last Friday night at a tequila bar made it official: My new workmates are the raddest group of girls ever. Ever ever.
16. There is no such thing as a boring train ride when you have the Serial podcast.
17. My shopping game has been right on. Now I just have to work on my earning game.
18. Gelato Messina had a fairy bread flavour. (For those of you playing at home, that's bread and butter gelato with sprinkles. Otherwise known as 'heaven on your taste buds'.)
19. The dentist gave my chompers an A+. (Cue: back patting.)
20. I have a hellava lot of people in my life who will drop things to help me when I'm in a pickle. And, well, damn if that doesn't make me one lucky lady.
Monday, October 27, 2014
At about one-and-a-third is when the pork bun rating starts to swing from delicious to slightly sickening.
Sometimes it takes trying on twenty different pairs of shoes with an outfit to realise the skirt is the problem.
I have the most patient, wonderful friends who will diligently keep an interested expression plastered on their faces while I recount a 58-minute call I had with a government agency that went nowhere.
Jonathan Tropper is the kind of writer I would like to narrate my life in a book.
Jaffa and mint choc-chip ice-cream do go together quite nicely, thank you very much.
Nothing can turn my mood around faster than a cup of tea with my nan. And a biscuit.
Five o'clock on a Sunday night is no time to do groceries, unless you enjoy getting caught in trolley gridlock.
One Tree Hill is so much cheesier the second time around.
I live in the prettiest city in the world. Take a bow, Sydney. You played this weekend perfectly.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Picture: Free People
But one time when living alone is decidedly not ideal is when you are sick.
I don't get knocked down by illness very often. (And, if we're completely honest, I can be a bit smug about that fact. I know, I know...) But when I do get sick, I'm like a man. I'm convinced my flus are at least ten times worse than everyone elses. Right? They have to be. Because as I'm laying on the couch surrounded by tissues and Vicks vapour-rub, I think it can't be that anyone else has ever felt quite this bad. (Did I also mention I'm a Grade A wimp?)
And so it goes that I end up putting my my sore throat and achy head into Google until I find some potentially deadly illness that begins with a few innocent, flu-like symptoms. I blame the fact that when you live alone, there is no-one to step in and tell you that you're talking nonsense. No-one to go to the chemist. Or make chicken soup. Or put clean sheets on the bed. Or, you know, just generally keep an eye open overnight to check that I'm still breathing.
I'm sure once I'm fighting fit again, I'll go right back to being quietly chuffed that I can get up and do laundry at 6am on a Saturday without anyone batting an eyelid – but right now, I wouldn't mind another person. Just to put their hand on my forehead and check for a temperature. And maybe tell me they're pretty sure it's not Ebola.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
One thing I've learned in 28 years of this life is that pretty much nothing will go as you expect it to. One minute, you'll find yourself released from an old job contract early and enjoying an extended four week holiday before starting an exciting new position. The next minute, you're cancelling your trip to Singapore because, it turns out, you no longer even have a job.
Your luck can turn on a dime.
I have had a topsy turvy few days, dealing with the fallout from some very unfortunate and very unexpected circumstances. And for the first time in my life, I don't have a plan for what's next. I have no idea where to go from here – and the uncertainty of it all isn't exactly gelling well with my Type A personality. (I mean, I don't even know where to begin with my to-do list...) But I do know this: I'm determined to land on my feet. I want to be the girl who was knocked down – maybe cried for a second – but then picked herself back up, straightened her blazer and marched right on into the future with barely a blip in her stride. I'm going to be that girl. Marching onward and upward to something AMAZING. (All caps.)
Because if your luck can turn on a dime, then it can turn right back again.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
In case there was any doubt that spring has sprung in Sydney (and believe you me, there was plenty of doubt after all that rain) the city turned on the charm this weekend. Blue skies and stupidly pretty blossoms for miles! I might have even got a hint of sunburn on my nose...
Oh, well, the price you pay.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Photo: Marina Bay Sands
In just over one month, I'm going on holidays to Singapore – by myself. It's my first solo trip overseas, ever. And while I'm crazy excited, I'm also a wee bit terrified. Because, really, when you stop and think about, anything could happen. One minute you're shopping for bargains at Zara, the next you've been mugged by wild monkeys with a fetish for backpacks. (Don't laugh. Apparently this is a genuine possibility…) So for the past week, my brain has been flipping between two thoughts:
1. "How awesome will it be to spend a whole week doing whatever I want whenever I want?" (So awesome.) And…
2. "What if I get stolen and no-one knows where to look for me?"
I've seen Taken, I know how these things go down.
But I'm trying to keep that second thought faaaar from my brain because, actually, it's totally bonkers. When I'm not on holidays, I'm by myself all the time. I live by myself. I get around by myself. I even take myself to dinner sometimes when I feel like fajitas and no-one else is around to go for Mexican. Dammit, I'm the Independent Woman that Destiny's Child sings about.
But just in case, I've already warned my sister to expect daily text message updates of my plans for the day. (As a nifty side benefit, I kinda hope telling her I'm planning to lounge by an infinity pool 57 floors above Singapore city while she goes to work will make her sick with jealousy…)
Monday, September 1, 2014
Photo source: unknown
…is for spring to start. The weather today was incredible – warm, sunny, blue skies for miles…
Or so I'm told. I wouldn't know. I spent the whole day in the office. But it seemed to put everyone else in a stellar mood.
Regardless of the fact they are predicting rain for the foreseeable future, I'm confident there will be more sun to come – and just the thought of it makes my giddy. I'm crazy about this time of year, when it feels like everything is starting fresh… and it becomes warm enough to eat ice-cream again without freezing yourself from the inside out.
So bring it, spring. I'm ready for longer days, shorter skirts and all the flowers Sydney gardens can handle.