At Long Last

shipment arrival (1 of 5)I was awake this morning before the sun. As I opened my eyes and adjusted to consciousness, I was filled with the absolute joy of a child who knows that this day really is Christmas. You know that magic feeling, as you slowly start to remember your name and where you exist in the world. Then, the realization dawns that downstairs there is an evergreen tree covered in tiny, twinkling colored lights.

shipment arrival (5 of 5)Beneath that tree are presents wrapped in gorgeous paper. Surprises! Because you have no idea what’s inside.

shipment arrival (3 of 5)Being reunited with familiar friends brings me a feeling of home that I have not felt in so very long.  It was fun to see what was in those boxes.  There are many things that I’d forgotten about.  And to be completely honest, as I unwrapped handful after handful of cutlery and serving utensils, I realized it’s more than I need.  But hey!  Next time I need a big spoon or a spatula, I have one!

shipment arrival (4 of 5)The house back in Salt Lake had a very particular musty odor that we only noticed upon returning from travels.  As I dig through these boxes, that smell comes wafting out.  While not the most pleasant of aromas, it does bring back many fond memories.  Also, it occurs to me that if the stuff in these boxes smells like that house, then we probably smelled like that too when we lived there!  Our clothes, anyway.

I’m exhausted after unpacking and washing a kitchen full of dishes (and caressing and speaking to each piece).  I know it’s time to quit, if not for the night, at least long enough to eat some dinner, but there are still boxes to open!  Treasures to discover.  I still need to find the bathroom scales and my boots and……

 

A Mother’s Day Excursion

Palm Beach(12 of 13)Continuing in my effort to visit every single beach in the Sydney area, and to document each and every wave, we set off on Mother’s Day to visit our primordial mother, the Sea.

bus tripOur adventure began with a ferry ride to Manly, where we picked up a bus going north, with one quick transfer.  It was about an hour’s ride along the coast, with gorgeous water views along the way, interspersed with woodsy areas and homes surrounded by trees and gardens.  I noticed the air change as we traveled north; it took on a woody aroma.

Palm Beach5 of 13)We took the bus as far as it would go and landed at Palm Beach.

Palm Beach13 of 13)Our original plan had been to hike up to Barren Joey Lighthouse,

Palm Beach(11 of 13)but there were no waves up there!

Palm Beach (9 of 13)I’m pretty sure between the two of us, we took about seventy-five million photos.

Palm Beach(7 of 13)Don’t get your camera wet!

Palm Beach (2 of 13)While a little chilly for swimming, it was still a beautiful day for the beach.  In contrast to Bondi and other more popular beaches, this one was mostly deserted.  There were a few families there picnicking and playing in the sand.  I got overly nervous about little kiddos too close to that surf.

Palm Beach(3 of 13)This sneaky fellow was pretending he wasn’t just snooping through our bags!

Palm Beach (10 of 13)It was one of those perfect, peaceful days when you can just feel the serotonin whooshing through your brain and you thank the Universe for putting you here.

Are you tired of beaches yet?

On Finding One’s Strength and a Quick Trip to Bondi Beach

Bondi Beach (3 of 7)I have a dream of learning to surf.  On our very first beach visit here, I formed an image in my head of a woman, about 60-65 years old, walking along the beach in her wetsuit, carrying her surf board, with her long, sea-water-soaked, grey hair flying.  That woman is future me.

I was thinking about this dream the other day.  Thinking about the practicality of this dream, and coming to the conclusion that given my age, fitness level, and the time we’ll have here by the ocean, maybe this is more of a fantasy.

At that moment, I felt future me’s heart break in two.  How could I just dash her dreams like that?  I felt her reach back through time, pleading with me.  I was being so unfair.  I continued to ponder all this, weighing reality against wishful thinking, and reminding myself that just because today I have one reality doesn’t mean that can’t change.

Now I don’t know if I’ll ever really get to learn to surf.  I do know that I have lots of ocean waves I can play in while I’m here.  AND, and this is the most important truth I came to, even if I don’t learn to surf, that image of the strong woman with her grey hair and surf board can be a power symbol I can use to focus on in visualizing success in attaining my goals.  She can be my guide.

I’m not going to let go of the dream of surfing.  I’ll start by taking this course next summer, then move on to this one, and build from there.

I’m curious, what kinds of symbols, imagery, or positive self talk do others use to help spur them on in their goals?  Please share; don’t be shy.

Here are some quick pics of our visit to Bondi Beach:)

Bondi Beach (1 of 7)

Bondi Beach (7 of 7)

Bondi Beach (6 of 7)

Bondi Beach (4 of 7)

Three Month Mile-marker and Another Beach

It’s hard to believe, but we have been in Sydney for just over three months.  It feels both like we just got here and like we’ve been here forever.  Our shipment has still not arrived.  Well, let me rephrase that; it hasn’t been delivered to us.  Our bed and my kitchen is in Sydney.  In quarantine.  They do that.  It should be released soon and I’ll be doing a happy Christmas-in-May dance while I unpack the boxes and discover just what I put in there besides a bed and cooking utensils.

It’s been weeks since I’ve posted here, I know.  I’ve been up to something I’m sure.  Let me see…. we’ve been visiting and been visited by fun friends.  We had our first American sort-of-guests.  Our Utah friends’ son and his girlfriend borrowed our floor.  Unfortunately for them, they arrived the week of the worst storm in a decade here.  For three days we had gale force winds and rain falling in sheets from the sky.  I’ve seen Texas rainstorms, Iowa rainstorms, and blizzards from Utah to Wisconsin, but I’ve never seen a storm like this one.  We are still trying to dry out in here.  I had to wipe the walls down, it was that wet.  Thankfully the sun came out again.  At last.

I’ve been in a really good writing zone, finished two short stories.  The rain helped with that!  Nothing like being shut up for days to get you in the writing mood.

It’s been over a month now since I’ve been to a beach!  This Sunday is looking promising.  I do hope so, because I’m having withdrawals something fierce.  So, on that note, I’ll share more of March’s beach visits with you!

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (9 of 13)I set out one day to visit the McIver’s Baths at Coogee (I love the names of places here!), the only remaining women and children only ocean pool.  Wouldn’t you know, I went on the day they were revamping the pool.  So, I trekked on down a ways to Wylie’s Baths.  I did have to pay $4.80 to get in, but it was worth it.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (7 of 13)The pool is located just south of Coogee beach in Sydney’s eastern suburbs.  It sits in the rocks overlooking the open sea.  There is plenty of room to sun yourself, and there are also shady spots with rocks, benches, and even chairs to lounge upon.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (1 of 13)It was a warm day and the water was perfect.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (5 of 13)It fit my specifications because I could swim laps (ha ha!) and watch the waves.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (4 of 13)The bottom of the pool was a bit rough.  I discovered I’d drifted into more shallow water when I scraped the top of my foot across the rocks.  Oh and apparently a sea urchin.  I found the tiny tip of a spine sticking out of my toe when I got home.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (11 of 13)You can’t deny it’s a beautiful setting, though.  As I was walking back to the bus, I kept having to stop for one more peek at the views.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (12 of 13)A smaller ocean bath is situated just off of Coogee Beach.  This one appears to be free admission.  It is a lot smaller.

Coogee and Wylie's Baths (13 of 13)Having a tough time tearing myself away from the water, I stopped to watch the surfers and swimmers at Coogee Beach before I left.  (Shh!  Don’t tell anyone, but I have a secret fantasy of being an old lady surfer one day.)

I only have one more beach up my sleeve to share with you.  I should do that before Sunday, because I have every intention of taking advantage of the $2.50 travel cap and adding another beach to my collection.  I seriously doubt we’ll be swimming!

A Trip to Shelly Beach

manly and shelly beach (1 of 12)Our journey to Shelly Beach began with a ferry ride, another perk of visiting the northern beaches.  I fully support adding as much water to the day as possible and the views from Sydney Harbour are enchanting.

sailboats (1 of 1)Does this look like work or fun to you?

manly and shelly beach (3 of 12)Shelly Beach is a short walk south of Manly Beach, with some interesting views along the way.  This fellow was doing push ups.

manly and shelly beach (4 of 12)I was curious and concerned about these padlocks and especially the pacifiers we saw attached to the fence along the way.  A Google search after returning home allayed my fears.  The locks are love locks, a tradition, according to Wikipedia, dating back to WWI in Serbia.  Today, young lovers (or old, I suppose) attach the padlocks as both a proclamation of and a talisman to protect their love.  The pacifiers seem to be from couples hoping for babies.

manly and shelly beach (5 of 12)All kinds of folk visit Shelly Beach.   Cabbage Tree Bay Aquatic Reserve is there along the walk.

manly and shelly beach (7 of 12)While Manly Beach has its surf, Shelly’s waters are more calm.  It’s a protected cove with mellow waves.  (Lisa, it’s good for families and others who don’t want to drown.)

manly and shelly beach (6 of 12)There is a lot of interesting stuff going on at both Shelly and Manly beaches.  This guy and his mate were showing off for their female companions.  They raised their bodies into the air using only their upper body muscles.  They didn’t jump into this position; they slowly lifted themselves up.

manly and shelly beach (9 of 12)This area is popular with scuba divers and snorkelers.

manly and shelly beach (8 of 12)The Fairy Bower pool is situated between Manly and Shelly beaches.  We didn’t go in here, but it looked fun.

manly and shelly beach (10 of 12)These young naturalists were having an exploration.

manly and shelly beach (11 of 12)Now I have to say, this fellow wasn’t displaying very manly behavior to those cold waves.  Ok, I’m just mean, but really, if you’re gonna wear a suit like that (excuse me, bathing costume) you need to live up to the hype.

manly and shelly beach (12 of 12)Another one to be filed under “only in Australia”.  This lady managed to completely change out of her clothes and into her swimming costume all underneath that blue wrap, without flashing anyone.  I was impressed.

manly and shelly beach (2 of 12)I still have photos from Bondi Beach and Coogee, and there are so many more beaches to visit!  It’s starting to get a bit cool for swimming, but whale watching season is coming and we have our whale cruise tickets ready.

More Sydney Beaches – Bronte Beach

Bronte Beach (15 of 20)After being landlocked for so many years, I find I cannot get enough of the sea. Craig calls me obsessed as the weekend rolls around and I say, “oh guess where we’re going, honey!”  You can travel all over the damn place here on a Sunday for no more than $2.50 for the entire day. That’s a lot of beaches to visit, and I’m working on seeing them all.

Bronte Beach (13 of 20)A few weeks ago, we went to Bronte Beach, one of the beaches of the eastern suburbs.

Bronte Beach (19 of 20)It was a windy day, with lots of surf.  We thought we’d just dip our toes in.  After being slammed into the sand a few times, I insisted I’d had enough!  As much as I wanted to swim, I knew that was beyond my abilities.

Bronte Beach (10 of 20)Those waves belonged to the surfers.

bronte calm (1 of 1)After getting ourselves settled in the sand, we noticed that further south down the beach was this more sheltered area.  There is a rock break that helps create the larger waves to the north of it, while holding back the surf to the south end of the beach.  It was perfect for floating and bobbing in smaller, more manageable waves, great for families with children and others who would rather not drown.

Just on the other side of this is a salt water lap pool built into the rocks.  We didn’t swim there, and for some odd reason I didn’t even take a photo of it.  I was too busy watching the waves from a safe vantage point!

Up next – Shelly Beach:)

 

 

Checking In

Balmain (4 of 12)I seem to have gone missing from the page.  It’s amazing how time can slip away when you’re not looking.  It’s a good thing though.  I’ve been busy writing, getting to know our new home, and nesting as best one can do in an empty space.

We are enjoying our little village where we live, right across the harbor from the city center.  A couple weekends ago, Balmain had two events scheduled that we wanted to attend.  One was an open artist studio tour, and the other was Second Hand Saturday, a group of garage sales all over town.  We looked at the maps for both the events and plotted out where we wanted to go: a few art studios, and along the way maybe we’d find a couple more dining room chairs to carry home.

Balmain (1 of 12)The open studio tour was aptly named LOST (Leichhardt Open Studio Tour) because get lost is pretty much what we did.  Not exactly lost, but distracted like we do.  We did have a great time wandering around, discovering gorgeous parks just steps away from where we live.

Balmain (2 of 12)I was having a grand time exploring all the plant life.

Balmain (5 of 12)I was trying to get artistic with this fern when Craig said, “um..Bobbi…um…step away slowly.” So of course I whipped around to see….

Balmain (6 of 12)this monster.

Balmain (7 of 12)He’s actually quite pretty.  And that web was ginormous.

Balmain  (1 of 1)We kept walking and pretty soon we found this one.  I couldn’t get it to show up in the photo, but he looked like he had a golden clasp right there in the middle of him.  He resembled an expensive gold and enamel brooch.

Balmain (10 of 12)This is where we want to live next.  Or not.  I can just imagine how many spiders are in there!

Balmain (11 of 12)We saw the most insane dog ever in the world.

Balmain (12 of 12)The only thing on the L.O.S.T. list we got to was this demonstration of street art in the making.  I’m sure these three are future spray can enthusiasts.  We never did find a garage sale.  We spent too much time with the spiders!

our shipMore good news; our ship finally sailed, and I figured out how to track it.  This was its last recorded position yesterday.  Our bed and my kitchen are headed to Taiwan, apparently.  That’s progress!

Top Ten Things I Miss (that are still in a port in California)

These are the objects I find myself missing the most:

1. My cookbooks
2. My salad spinner
3. My bed

Oh! Wait! No, bed is #1.

Start over.

1. My bed
2. Salad spinner
3. Cookbooks

Oh, no. Hold on. I miss my cookbooks more than I miss the salad spinner, but I NEED the salad spinner more than the cookbooks.

I’ll try again.

bed1. A really comfortable bed

cookbooks12. All my cookbooks, even the ones I left at my son’s house, and the ones I gave away or sold in the yard sale. I want to sit and look at pictures of pretty pastries and cakes and other things I shouldn’t be eating.

3. My salad spinner. Wow, I just realized that I was imagining in my head my old red and white salad spinner instead of my newer, bright green, and better salad spinner. It’s been so long, I am forgetting what I own.

4. The rest of my knitting needles so I can start more WIPs. I brought my best yarn with me.

bowls5. Pretty bowls, so I can make giant salads, mix bread, and even set one on the counter with fruit in it. Oh yes! That really pretty blue pottery bowl that Craig bought for me at the SLC farmers market!  I miss that one!

6. All the books I was in the middle of reading, since I am incapable of reading one book at a time or actually finishing a book before I start another.

linens7. Kitchen, bath, and bed linens. I really need more than one hand towel, and some placemats would be fabulous. Here they have a store called Bed, Bath, and Table. They forgot the Beyond.

vase

typewriter8. umm…. well…. oh I know! That pretty turquoise vase, and my Underwood typewriter, because I like to look at it. The ribbon needs re-inked, then I could use it.

9. I guess that’s it. Eight things.

The top eight things I miss, that are still in a port in California (and tentatively scheduled to sail on March 14. Of this year.  I hope. God, I hope they meant this year!)

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This blog post was a bad idea.  As I was searching through my photo archives for appropriate pics, I realized that what I miss isn’t these things, (well sorta) but what I really miss is my home and my family and my friends, my friends who are my family, and Utah, yes, I even miss Utah.

This act of giving up so much to get some other thing you really want is hard.  The conflicting emotions stretch me across the world.  I want to be here in Sydney; I love it here.  AND I miss everything and everybody I left behind.  AND I love the new people we’ve found here.  And the sea, and the shops, and the coffee, and the birds, and the cafes.

Some Sydney Knitting

knitting (6 of 6)I made it to my new knitting group today for the first time.  What a lively group of women!  There were about 20 there I’d guess, though I didn’t actually count them.  Enough that they have name tags for everyone.  They were a contrast to my Salt Lake Knitting group (I miss everyone of you so much!) which is quiet, subdued, peaceful, and fewer in number.  These Australian ladies were whooping it up!  It was also, in its way, a more formal meeting, insofar as they have a “knitting group book” with everyone’s names in it and meeting times.

This was the first knitting I’ve done since we arrived in Sydney, even though one of the first things I did here was go find the yarn store.  The Granny Square in Newtown is where I got this blue cloud of Grignasco Knits Kid Seta mohair and silk blend.

11023005_863907793655079_2109913150_nI can’t believe how quickly I forgot the itchy eyes and sneezing fits I had while knitting this mohair cowl for my beautiful daughter.  I was overcome by that pale blue and forgot all about the mohair issue.

The knitting group is planning an excursion to Canberra in May for the Celebration of Wool market.  I think I’d like to join them.  Hubby doesn’t know yet and he doesn’t read this, so he’ll just be wondering where I’ve disappeared to for a weekend.  Or maybe I’ll tell him;)

I have to share a funny story I heard.  A woman was talking about a friend of hers, whose husband thinks they have a cleaning lady.  Once a week he leaves money for the cleaning lady on the counter and off he goes to work.  His wife then cleans the house, spritzes some air freshener around that she saves for just that day, pockets the money and goes to the yarn shop!  I thought that was hilarious.

Hello March!

townhouse (2 of 4)Last month was a roller coaster of emotion as we went from the highs of just arriving and making new discoveries, to the mid-month lows when it all started to go to shit.  February ended on a nice, even keel as life started to settle into a new kind of normal.

We’re getting settled into our new home, and it’s beginning to feel more and more like a home.  Since the contents of my old kitchen are still in California, I’ve been doing my best to source those items I absolutely need, or at least think I do.

I try not to get too woo-woo very often, and I can tend towards the skeptic, but I am struck again and again with how the Universe will provide.  This last weekend was neighborhood clean up here in Balmain.  People put the items they no longer want out on the curb, and then people pick through it until the trash pick-up comes along.  Salt Lake City has this same thing, but here people throw away perfectly good stuff!  We were on our way out the door to go to IKEA, and we found an entire box of kitchen stuff on the curb.  Coffee cups, a big stainless steel bowl, a nice wok, and a chess set – everyone needs a chess set!

townhouse (1 of 4)This is what I like to call my easy-bake-oven.  It’s about the same size.  I thought all the stoves here were like this until I caught a glimpse of our neighbor’s from her front door.  It’s magnificent.  I am envious.  It’s one of those big fancy ranges you see on Pinterest in big, fancy European kitchens.

townhouse (3 of 4)This is our ‘lounge’ so far.  I have some mad decorating skills!  The furniture we ordered should be here in about five weeks.  We couldn’t justify paying $200 for a foot stool, so decided to wait on that.  Then Sunday, after we took our curb haul into the house, we came back out and found this blue foot stool across the street.  It’s in perfectly good condition; I’ll swap out that fabric for something that matches our new furniture, and it’ll all be good!

townhouse (4 of 4)This is the same room from the other direction.  Do you love that fancy red plastic chandelier?  As I was googling how to spell “bordello” I discovered that they are legal here in Sydney.  I did not know this.

We received word today that our shipment should commence sailing on the 14th.  It’s going to be like Christmas when it all gets here, and we see all the stuff we forgot we had.   We’ll be asking ourselves, “why did we ship this?”

I know there will be a comfort in getting our belongings back again.  Still, I have to wonder about this attachment to stuff.  We’ve gotten along just fine without all of it.  Sure, we’ve had to replace some things that we needed right away, but I’m thinking we don’t really need that 300 cubic feet of whatever it is we shipped to ourselves.  I know there is a mattress in there, my kitchen, and some books.  Cookbooks!  But we could have saved money and headaches by selling it all and starting from complete scratch.  As I packed, I tried to ask myself, “how much will it cost to ship this item vs. replace it when I get there?”  That question helped me let go of a lot of things, and I still kept a lot of things that wouldn’t really need to be replaced; I just like them.

As I look at this mostly empty space here, I think about stuff, and about wanting to decorate, nest, make it a home.  And then I think about what do I do with that stuff when it comes time to leave here?  I don’t want to go through the letting go of stuff again, so I’m half tempted to not put anything in here!  But I will, because I like stuff.  I want to accumulate.  I’m a crow who wants to fill her nest with shiny baubles.