So the bohemian dream of living footloose and fancy free, adventuring all over the world with our kids in tow, has been soured with a reality check: we are all as sick as dogs (I have not been this sick in YEARS), not to mention homeless, having moved out of our former abode and now living out of suitcases at my sister's house. My passport is still lost with neither Australia Post nor the US Consulate willing to take responsibility, my flights are cancelled and I'm all but crossing everything that it will all get sorted out by Friday.
In other words, living the dream seems at this point to be rather overrated.
Anyway, on the upside, it means I've had plenty of snuggling time in bed with my darling sick babies, I am truly relieved that I'm NOT doing the long-haul flight while my chest is raw as an open-mike stand-up and my nose is running like a Tanzanian Olympian and I've subsequently had a valid excuse to spend three days straight with my wonderful sister.
Plus we had a kick-ass goodbye party the other night (Mezz, I sent you an e-mail and a text with the change of venue, the bowls club just round the corner?!?!?! Apparently more proof of my shocking luck of late...) and as Tim said to me last night: "Even though rationally speaking, it seems like we're completely and utterly screwed, I just have this feeling deep down that everything is going to be okay. Don't you?"
I thought about it. "Yeah," I said. "It defies all logic, but I totally do."
Then again, that could just be the Codral talking.
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Hey CM,
I'm so sorry I missed your shin-dig on Saturday night... it was a combination of exhaustion after working 4am-1pm, and the magnetic force of Harry Potter.
Do you have much time free before you go? Obviously once you're better, of course. I figure you'll have heaps more important people to talk to though. But it'd be great to catch-up for a coffee etc before you head off.
Cheers, Natalie.
Sooooooo... when you write the musical of 'My Life So Far, and other minor hiccups', I'm guessing these little episodes will feature heavily? (Maybe you could devote Act 3, Scenes 2 - 5 to it?)
Or:
"Jenny: A Melodramatic Life Told in a Reasonable and Objective Manner" (I think that's not far off being a description of this blog, actually).
OR! You should release an autobiography simply titled "Wynter", so you could make the Shakespearean pun at the table of chapters: "The Discontents of Wynter".
*SOB*
That's SO sad!...I didn't get email or text...
boo..
I mean, yeah also sucky about the illness and MAN you must be fuming about the passport.
So you'll miss the first part of training too :(
Aww..
At least your family is awesome
And it WILL all work out
xx
I've got a really good feeling it's all gonna work out for you guys- which must be true because I'm not usually one for 'feelings'AND I haven't been knocking back any Codral.
(This prophecy should take a feature spot in Act 3 of the affore-mentioned Musical)
Alternate title:
Wynter... because it can't always be Summer.
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