It’s a cold windy Sydney day, I’ve just finished work and all I wish to do is sit in a nice warm lounge room, relax and let the ups and downs of the working day drift away…
I’m overly excited to know I won’t need to ‘debrief the events of the day’, it was the first time in too long that I will be alone, coming home to an empty apartment, no one to put on the superficial smile, no expectations for cooking and if I choose to have cereal, 2 pieces of cheese or one carrot for dinner I wont be judged.
That’s right. I’m out of home, temporarily*, I’m house sitting for 3 weeks.
I walk through the doors and with a deep relief, alone time, I love being in my own space. I walk down the few steps into the lounge dining area and my wonderful friend has left French pastries, a few caramello koala’s and cute instructions. Tears swelled in my eyes, how lucky I am to have a beautiful friend in my life… It’s been 3 days since she departed, I miss her terribly already.
She is my ‘watch the State of Origin at the pub with a steak and wine gal’. She is my ‘OMG *insert name* just said this’ she is the girl I send a quick link on messenger with any dress I like, blog site, news article, restaurant review, stupid picture and the all important I NEED a quick drink after work (reciprocal links).
I could get used to being on my own. Must not spend excess money on shoes. Must continue to save bigger deposit.
I’m over the moon to be able to keep up to date with her overseas expeditions and last nights World Cup game France V Switzerland via her travel blog.
Ayez un bon voyage mon chéri!
*I am looking to purchase a property as most of my readers probably already know. Longer process for me as part of my job is *drum roll please* site acquisition.
I’m overly excited to know I won’t need to ‘debrief the events of the day’, it was the first time in too long that I will be alone, coming home to an empty apartment, no one to put on the superficial smile, no expectations for cooking and if I choose to have cereal, 2 pieces of cheese or one carrot for dinner I wont be judged.
That’s right. I’m out of home, temporarily*, I’m house sitting for 3 weeks.
I walk through the doors and with a deep relief, alone time, I love being in my own space. I walk down the few steps into the lounge dining area and my wonderful friend has left French pastries, a few caramello koala’s and cute instructions. Tears swelled in my eyes, how lucky I am to have a beautiful friend in my life… It’s been 3 days since she departed, I miss her terribly already.
She is my ‘watch the State of Origin at the pub with a steak and wine gal’. She is my ‘OMG *insert name* just said this’ she is the girl I send a quick link on messenger with any dress I like, blog site, news article, restaurant review, stupid picture and the all important I NEED a quick drink after work (reciprocal links).
I could get used to being on my own. Must not spend excess money on shoes. Must continue to save bigger deposit.
I’m over the moon to be able to keep up to date with her overseas expeditions and last nights World Cup game France V Switzerland via her travel blog.
Ayez un bon voyage mon chéri!
*I am looking to purchase a property as most of my readers probably already know. Longer process for me as part of my job is *drum roll please* site acquisition.
6 comments:
I ADORE coming home to my own place. It feels like such a luxury after living at home and in share houses for so long.
Quick! Break into Natalie's house while she's house-sitting her friend's! :-P
I'm beginning to think there's a caramello koala fetish on this blog! :P
I love my own space but I am jealous of your friendship....which would I rather???? The friend I think!
PS: Not your friend (although she is cute) but a friend LOL
My own space is a refuge away from the world. I'm really quite getting used to it. I love it.
lucky friend, travelling to see the world cup...
I love housesitting. It's like being on vacation...
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