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Three years in…

Later this month we will celebrate three years. Three years since our wedding day, and four years since we first met. Two, almost three houses later. 3 countries. 6 national parks. 9 US states. Marriage is a strange thing. By strange I don’t mean bad – I just mean that it has changed my life. Actually, i’m safe in saying that it has changed both of our lives irrevocably. Sometimes, it is not the decisions you come to that is ultimately important, just that you Continue reading →

The victories of a life hard earned; not taking anything for granted

The list of things I take for granted is very small, and growing smaller with each passing year. In fact, i’m not sure what’s on it anymore. By contrast, all of that which I don’t take for granted is growing ever longer. My health.  My ability to exercise or compete. It’s been difficult watching RM deal with his injury, but I feel like I have a little experience with this frustrated injured athlete thing. Time with Dwight. The future. Time in one location. Being able Continue reading →

A teapot on the kitchen island

A teapot stands on the kitchen island. A knitted tea cozy lies next to the tea pot and the tea cups with their rounded bottoms and deep maroon colour. Their insides are a tea coloured off-white stained from years of tea which doesn’t come off no matter how much they are washed. Each morning at 5am, the teapot on the wood stove boils after the wood stove is lit. This kitchen was about 10 different colours when they moved in, the roof alone had four Continue reading →

The hardest and most heartbreaking part of being an expat

Hands down, the hardest and most heartbreaking part of being an expat are the decisions around returning home to be with family as a consequence of family dealing with severe illness and/or funerals. It’s not the kind of thing that’s going to get you published, or really the kind of thing that you want to talk about. It is however a common experience and one that expats the world over just seem to get. In the six years I’ve been an expat (over the course Continue reading →

Almost Homeless

I’m almost homeless. I haven’t really had a place that was my own since I left the cottage-by-the-sea. I’ve seen glimpses of the possibility of home, but I’ve been barely able to make the room in which I’ve slept my own. I’ve moved around a lot, too much even for me. It’s been less and more dramatic than it might otherwise have been. But after 2 years of almost homelessness, I have a home now and it is on the opposite side of the world. Continue reading →

Winds of Change: Public Transport

“Next Stop Fassifern!” – the tinny recorded voice over familiar on NSW public transport heralds insistently. The quiet carriage is mercifully quiet as we trundle past abandoning manufacturing yards filled with rusting stormwater pipe and graffiti-tagged concrete drains. The marshland interjects itself reminding the people-folk that their reclaimed land – rehabilitated for housing developments after mining – has depleted the earth of all that it deems useful. The mounds of coal sits in piles. The train glides by a steel works, still operating from the Continue reading →

Living a double life: wanderlust and homebody

I am a walking, talking, living, combination of wanderlust and homebody. The Double Life How very simple life would be If only there were two of me A Restless Me to drift and roam A Quiet Me to stay at home. A Searching One to find his fill Of varied skies and newfound thrill While sane and homely things are done By the domestic Other One. ~ Donald Blanding. I yearn for a base but am exhilarated by the journey. I love to make a Continue reading →

A Naked Theologian

I’m a lateral thinker inclined to make connections between seemingly unrelated things: a naked theologian. In writing about 19th century women poets lately I’ve been thinking about the challenges of their domestic lives in the midst of their creative pursuits. I was also challenged by Joy Bennett’s post reflecting on Billy Coffey’s thoughts on ‘naked writing.’ It got me thinking further about the function of some of my writing here. As Billy Coffey quotes his writing instructor: “People write because they must. Because there is Continue reading →

Overland from Oz Itinerary Overview: New South Wales by Rail

I don’t take the idea of traveling New South Wales by Rail for granted. I once won a bet with my dad about when the railway stopped into my home town. He wouldn’t believe that I remembered it. But, I did. I remembered looking up, small as I was, over the dashboard of my aunt’s Volkswagen Beetle, Alex. It was mint green and I felt so special sitting in the passenger seat of that car singing ‘Frère Jacques’ and ‘Lemon Tree, very pretty’ with her Continue reading →