030: "Heaven's Got a Plan for You"

 Today was a good day.

It started with coffee, and every good day begins with coffee. I then had the pleasure of going to inspect a new house. I hadn't really thought about moving, I was in love with my little uni that has been my sanctuary for the past three years  But when my housemate mentioned she was going to move in with some friends, and wondered if I wanted to come,I jumped on the opportunity. I've lived with a group before - and now that I've seen the beautiful house, I have a feeling that it is not going to be so hard.

On the drive home, my happy song was playing.

Then I went for coffee with a boy. (I know - this is strange) I did freak out for almost an hour before hand, changed clothes about twelve times and had to constantly reassure myself that he was going to murder me.

But I met him, (he didn't murder me, yay) and we had a very civilised coffee (it also included lunch, I had a pie and he had eggs) and we spoke of a shared affection for Disney movies and it was surprisingly not awkward. When we parted ways, he said we should do it all again some time.

On the drive home, my happy song was playing.

Today was a good day.

015: Where the Wild Things Are

There is a nature reserve behind my house, which previously been only know due to the stream that my housemates have named body drop creek. I'm sure I don't need to explain how that name came about, but safe to say that we had always given the reserve a wide berth. But recently my very brave housemate decided to go for a run in the sunshine.

And actually went in.

I waited by the door expecting to have the police drag her body back out for me, but they didn't and she came back in one piece. And from her life threatening expedition, she bought back tales of this wondrous place. 

Long stretches of elegant silver gums, a wild life reserve and although I think she was pulling my leg, a fully stocked farm. There was only one way to make sure she wasn't lying. And that was to check it out for myself. 

Braced with a rape whistle and a small illegal can of pepper spray, I made my way out.

And lo and behold, my housemate was not lying.  

In the midst of our outer city suburb, we have over an hundred and fifty hectare park on our door step. And we had never been there before. I walked for over an hour and didn’t see a single of the sighs my housemate had flagged – but I did find a glum looking pair of sheep chilling between the gum trees.

I love finding places like this. I didn’t grow up in the city, but I too quickly adjusted to the noise of streaming traffic, tram rattling past and the constant reminder that you are never alone. But today, just by getting out there in the trees, I was able to forget about the rest of the world for just a second and have some time to myself. Prue, undisrupted bliss.  

  Kathleen x