Somehow, just like that, it’s been a month since my last post. I’m sure not many of you care, but it’s been something that has been bugging me – well, for the last month.
Lots of things have been happening in my little world. We had an amazing week on New Zealand (a post full of postcard pics to come soon), my final semester of uni kicked off, and we FINALLY got a new house.
The house itself is perfect. And it was 100% meant to be. We moved a lot earlier than I was expecting, so the last 2 weeks have been total chaos of signing leases, organising shit and doing the big move last weekend.
We still have the lease on our old place till the end of the week, and also have the majority of the cleaning to do over there (yippee), so as of Friday we will officially be free of all things Manoora.
We now live (and when I say we, I mean James, myself and our two mischievous cats) at Holloways Beach, one of Cairns’ northern beach suburbs. We’ve been here a week and I’m already in love.
Everything is better here. There’s no constant wafting of smoke through the house. The neighbours don’t yell at their kids (and each other) at all hours of the day and night. Planes go overhead pretty regularly, but they’ve got nothing on our previous neighbours’ parties at 3am on a Tuesday.
We now have a proper yard, with taps and grass and everything. There is so much natural light that I literally don’t know what to do with it all (seriously, our curtains can’t keep up with it now). The cats are having an absolute ball, and take great pleasure in disappearing all day and then lounging on the driveway in the afternoons.
Oh, and the beach is at the end of our street.
I haven’t been everyday like I originally planned, but between moving and babysitting and work it’s been a big week. But we did head down there this afternoon, cup of tea in hand and nowhere else to be, and it was lovely.
I lived at our previous house for 3 and a half years, and rarely went outside in the afternoons at all. Not even out the back of our place. I guess I wasn’t inspired by my surroundings.
Now, I feel like I’m betraying the ocean if I don’t pop down and say hi at least once a day.
I also didn’t go to Splendour this year. Hell, I didn’t even look at the lineup. We went to New Zealand, and that was bloody worth it a thousand times over. But — Gang of Youths weren’t there, and my heart broke just a little listening and watching to their set on Saturday afternoon (as in, I was tearing up just watching Dave sing the lyrics to my favourite of their songs).
Watch out Tayla, because when we see them later this year it’s going to be one emotional night.
I feel like I’ve got a good round of Faves & Finds up my sleeve, so that might be next week’s post if I haven’t already planned something else.
I’ve had a lot to write about recently, but the guilt of not studying has thus far gotten the better of me. I’ve been stupidly denying myself of my favourite hobby – but that stops now.
I plan to start lugging around a notebook and pen in the Dymocks tote bag I call a handbag (and for $5 it’s gone above and beyond its price tag) in the hope of jotting down any thoughts or posts when the first come to me.
I could rattle on and on, but for now that’s all I have to say. I’m back, and ready to write again.
Until next time,