And now for some prose:
Caroline and Nathaniel go to Brisbane and some things they see whilst they are there…
The most important aspect of the trip was that I finally learned (relearned) how to knit. This is the first thing I have knitted since I was really quite young. It will eventually be a Slythenclaw scarf. (That’s a Harry Potter reference if you didn’t know).
We found this brownie shop. Unfortunately they didn’t have any of the salted caramel, but the turkish delight one I bought was excellent. Judging from the noises that Amber was emitting the jaffa one was pretty great. Caroline had the turkish delight also. She liked it. Also, they were all gluten free! Amazing! Not that that is a requirement that I have, but good for them.
This is from a Michael Parekowhai show that was also on. I strongly dislike Michael Parekowhai (and have done since I was at ELAM), but I do like random empty chairs. And pretty carpet. I like that also. It’s the same pattern as a rug that Amber gave me, but shades of blue instead of red. These pictures are completely out of context from how they were installed in the show, but I don’t care.
This is what I like to call “progress”. Caroline also attempted knitting things but kept making mistakes and having to unravel and start over. I just pretended my mistakes were intentional and kept going. I’m calling them “features and benefits”.
3 out of 10 for the dining experience (really bad run with the cafes). Those points are all for the brownies and also some musk flavoured fudge I bought at the Eat Street Markets.
7 out of 10 for coffee, what we had was pretty good.
8 out of 10 for weather. I like a bit of a change, and the storm bird delivered on its promise of rain.
Accommodation I would rate 9 out of 10. It loses a point for being so far from the city. (Amber I love your house! I would’ve taken more pictures of it but I was lazy and also out of the habit).
That was last week. Now we’re back in crisp and cool Melbourne enjoying Autumn how it’s meant to be.
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and I’ll cry if I want to.
EDIT: This week, a group of us from my work rented a house at Blairgowrie on the Mornington Peninsula to get away from it all for a couple of days.
It’s hard to believe that this is the sum total of travel I’ve done since moving to Melbourne. That’s basically two years of not leaving the city. I sure needed to get away, and I took Caroline along for the ride.
I also saw some echidnas in the wild. First real wildlife sighting since moving here. Bats, possums and foxes aside.
The other good thing about going away is how much you appreciate home when you come back again.
I want to rage and scream into the night. Throw my fists up and fight. What does it mean when even the golden ones feel like they can’t go on? When did all hope disappear, and when did this emptiness become so huge and overwhelming? I feel dull inside. Broken and incomplete. You couldn’t go on, but we must. We must. We must carry on somehow.
Goodbye, Mister. Goodbye.
A friend of mine (I will leave them nameless) posted this on the internet tonight, and I feel like it was pretty pointed…
don’t prioritize the people who can’t or won’t prioritize you
don’t make time for anyone who can’t or won’t apologize with sincerity
stop associating with people who make you feel like your anger or feelings toward how they are unfairly treating you is unjust
don’t wait around for the people who tend to just disappear when it’s convenient for them
I think I might just make these my New Year’s Resolutions (something I never usually do).
Credit where credit is due, this was first posted here, sadly I have no idea who this person is.