We’ve been up in the city housesitting for my sister and really enjoying our own space. But with that space comes a taste of something that we’ve never really had, and something that I desperately want. Our own place. For Bo and I. A place to call our own. And with that comes the search and the frustration of not being able to achieve something that seems so simple, but in this crazy rental market, at this time, is just out of our reach. Cue mini-breakdown and hair pulling frustration. Ugh.
We’ve had a lovely week.
I spent some time with two of my all time favourite men who I’ve known since we were all silly teenagers. Each of them reminded me of who I am. Sat with me and told me in no uncertain terms that I’m doing the right thing, that I’m worth more, that I deserve love and light and someone who can offer me those things. That I’m more than all this pain and betrayal. That Bo is more. They helped me with beers and laughter and so much joy. They helped me remember myself. Even if it was only for a moment.
Bo and I have been doing some awesome touring of Perth for some articles I’m writing for another publication. We’ve been to cafes and community projects. We’ve grown upwards and outwards and expanded our minds. We’ve been to libraries and beaches and public story times and parks and urban orchards and eaten fresh and forgotten our woes and laughed and laughed and laughed.
Amongst all of this times have been hard. I’m weary. I’m running on the whiff of sleep and drowning in work and starting to realise perhaps, perhaps I’ve taken on more than I can handle. Perhaps I’ve overestimated my ability to multi-multi-task whilst raising a small child who demands so much (as she should of course). So again I’m revisiting the idea of daycare for 1 day a week so I can really work on my masters instaed of just scraping through by the skin of my teeth. Daycare. It’s something I feel really, really torn about for my little family. How do you feel about it?
I hope your weekend is beautiful. Our next few days are packed with visits to the Aquarium, the Zoo, lunches with special friends and visits with long lost friends from other lives (or so it would seem). Some for work, but all for pleasure.
I hope your weekend is busy and loving, full of laughter and inked in colour. Because a colourful life is one that is being lived. I also hope that you mamas out there get a break. Even if it’s just for a few hours, every little break counts. Doesn’t it?
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