Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Familiar faces, familiar places

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Just when life seems to be rosy, and I'm cosying up on the couch with pink fluffy slippers, a mug of hot chocolate and a roaring fire to keep me warm, I decide to step out into the snow. It's true. I seem to have a habit of wrenching myself out of my comfort zone before I barely have time to get comfortable.

When I finished high school, I travelled against the tide of friends heading south to university, and headed north to a bigger city and new experiences. When I met the man of my dreams, we left our jobs, friends and perfect city apartment for the hustle, bustle and unpredictability of metropolitan Sydney. When we finally became parents and settled down, we uprooted our little family and left everything behind to move back home.

These are just a few examples that spring to mind from the past 30 years, but there are many more. I'm sure to a high-flying adventurous type, this probably sounds like an average week. To me, every experience has been nerve-wracking, slightly terrifying, overwhelming, and, utterly, entirely worth it (risks kinda rock, don't they?!).

But now we're here, living as kiwis in kiwiland, I must say there's a lot to be said for familiarity. For the same accent I hear everywhere and anywhere, for the slower traffic and wider roads, for the chilly mornings and dew on the grass, for EFTPOS-ing it everywhere - even lattes, for lunch dates with my sister, for brunches with old friends, for afternoon teas with even older friends, for homemade dinners with family.

In fact, I thought this last move would be the biggest one of all. The biggest test on my nerves and anxiety levels. The biggest step out of my bubble of comfort that I'd ever experienced. After all, there's so much more at stake now and so much more that can go wrong - the first-home buying, the living with extended family, making new mummy friends, settling into true, proper family life.

Instead, I am more comfortable than I have been in a very long time. I feel grounded, complete, at peace, and so relieved to be back.

I am home, in more ways than one.

Thursday, 11 April 2013

We're here

We've been back in NZ for one and a half weeks, and while my body's tired my heart is full. We packed up our little house in Sydney without too many troubles, closed the door without shedding a tear, said goodbye to our friends and waved at the Harbour Bridge as we flew overhead.

Midway through the flight, the little one - who was over tired and emotional - had a minor melt down. OK, he cracked it. He doesn't crack it often, and mummy - who was over tired and emotional, and trying to ignore the glares coming from the passengers nearby - promptly cracked it too. Thank goodness for the men in our lives who somehow seem to be cool, calm and collected at the right moments (despite being ridiculously silly the rest of the time)!

But we made it. We're here.

The past 1.5 weeks have been so action packed I feel like we've been here for months. I've managed to...
Have coffee with my sister 3 times
View more than 20 homes for sale
Cook dinner, vacuum, clean the bathroom 0 (yes, z-e-r-o) times - my mother-in-law is a saint
Use 1 tank of petrol, that's 4 times quicker than I would in Sydney - sorry planet!
Go shopping for "things I need" every second day
Watch 30 minutes of daytime television, total (see what happens when my programmes saved to FoxtelIQ is no longer?! Real Housewives, I miss you)
Meet 4 new friends at playgroup (both of us)
Cry once
Laugh a hundred times
Thank my lucky stars, every day

My little life is full of stories right now, it's hard to know what to share, what to tell, and where to find the time to write! Please feel free to tell me what you want to know... house hunting, living with the in-laws, moving country, meeting new mums etc. etc. etc.?

I hope that, wherever you are, your heart is full too.