Been home in Cardiff for a week now.
Arrived last Sunday arvo. Went right back to work on Monday morning.
First 3 days were a little wobbly. Kinda like being on board ship…
Now I’m back to the mundane normality and reality of life when you’re not on holidays.
Going home was good.
Leaving was good too.
Trying to squeeze a years worth into 3 weeks was hard.
Things became magnified.
Experiences that normally would have been just good became bloody fantastic, amazing!
Experiences that would usually have been just average becam the worst disaster in the history of the world.
I was so lucky to have been able to see and catch up with as many peopel as I did.
Whilst going home reminded me of what I dont have there, it also reminded me of what I do have… The most amazing and supportive friends and family I could ever ask for. Thanks guys. Seriously.
Year old pie is no good.
You thought that coz it smelled so good a year ago it would last in the fridge, heat up in the microwave, and still be delicious.
But it went stale, sour, and turned into a big fat asshole.
The answer?
I need a new pie receipe….
This was taken in Cape Town, South Africa.
My body might be in Australia but I think I left my stomach somewhere over the Indian Ocean.
Well after a 4 hour bus ride to London, 2 hours getting lost in London and running over a mile for the 45min bus to Heathrow, 3 hours in the airport, a 13 hour flight to Kuala Lumpar, 4 hour in KL airport, 12 hour flight to Melbourne, 2 hours in the airport, and then the final leg to Sydney I’m finally back in Aus!!!! And exhausted. Jet lag kicked my but yesterday! Totally sick all the day. I dont think I’ve ever felt so bad in all my life… OK, slight exageration, but I was crook.
Have met my mate’s newest addition to her family. Sequoia is a lovely bubbly 6 month old bub and a fine addition to the growing clan.
Been to the Dee Why beach for coffee and cake and a lovely windy walk along the beach.
I love being home and I’m coming back to Melbourne tomorrow, where I’ll feel even more at home…
Well, it’s only a week till I get on that plane to come home…. N I’m fukin excited. I cant wait to hit Aussie soil again. I’m starting to have fantasies of coffee on Carlisle St, n cake in Acland street n I dont even care that its the winter time. I know ther’ll be a day when I sit at The Wall and a ray of winter sun will warm my back against the red brick. I can almost smell home. Is that weird…? I dont care.
I’ll be home between the 17th June and the 7th July.
; )
I started work! Yay for me. Unfortunatley I have NO idea what I’m doing and feel totally out of my depth. I’m a Child Protection Social Worker based at a Family Centre in a pretty poor end of town. Lots of Housing Estates around and apparently the single mum heaven of Cardiff. I’ve been there 1 week, but had a public holiday and a training day, so really only been at work for 3 days. I have 9 cases so far, but after next week (when I have 3 more training days) that figure should go up to about 20 cases. I’m gonna be stressed. The work will be FULL ON. The families are poor, and mostly have had contact with the department previously, either in their own childhoods or with oprevious children, so arent too happy or co-operative. And theres HEAPS of work to be done.
Despite all that I think I’ll really like my job. The team is excellent, my supervisor is fantastic, and its gonna look great on my CV.
So after 2 1/2 months of searching, I finally found what I wanted. Wish me luck – I think I’m gonna need it!
Seriously not so sure about this…. Have tried it twice, with totally different results!
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