We made it out of the resort, well nearly!

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I dont think you can flick a switch and suddenly you are instantly on holiday. Maybe in location but not in body and mind.

Until my first balinese massage, my body ached with every bit of cleaning, painting, lifting, packing and bending over I did to get the house sold and everything packed before we left. My eyes are starting also to recover from the 4am wake ups, when I remembered we hadn’t done something ‘on the list’. 

For the girls, they are still talking  about their friends, their toys being packed away, and going home to NZ. For them, this is all about swimming in the pools, for hours on end. The real adventure has not hit them yet.

Zambezi has also been horrendously sick, now on antibiotics so I am pleased we have had this time to adjust.  Even though we are having dinner at 630pm, the girls are asleep in our arms before the mains arrived. Out to it. 

I was feeling a little resort crazy, so we decided to spend our last night, down at Jimbaran Bay for dinner amongst the other tourists seeking a Balinese experience. Touristy yes, but still such a unique experience of thousands of tables set up to eat seafood killed and cooked in front of you, along with a few bottles of Bintang and Fanta. 

The girls had wide eyes in the taxi there, taking it all in. The traffic, the motorbikes, the smells as soon as we arrived the sun was setting and the tide was turning. 

They even made it through dinner without failing asleep. 

 

 

 

 

Departure

So here we are. A first blog from me and a last night in Sydney after the best part of 5 years. What to say? It’s just after 8 and I’m looking at the best view I’ve seen since we graced Sydney’s, its got to be said, glamorous shores. We’re hiding out post Eating In on the 17th floor of the Quay West Suites in the Rocks. Opera House on my right, bridge in the middle and Luna Park tucked gently to the left almost underneath the bridge. It’s frosted white lights on display. Enough of the view. What? How? Why? Have we even got here.

In this order: transfer through work, transfer of work, transfer from work. There have been some nice people. And there haven’t. What country doesn’t have its own blend. I’m sold on the Eastern Suburbs. Kiwi cliche they say, though I think we know what’s good. The waters’ clean, the weathers better than ours and no one in New Zealand has thought to put in a sea pool. I think it’s because we’re too environmentally friendly. It would never get through. Well in my opinion we’re missing a trick. The closest we have in Auckland are the Parnell Baths and they’re much loved.

So. Why move back? Simply put, I miss it. I miss you. The larger network of permanence. The family and friends. The Eastern Subs are a bubble and a fabulous one that any person of sound mind would only be too happy to wrap themselves in. Thing for me is that it’s always been temporary. I’ve lacked a center. Lots of great friends over here, though the majority it’s got to be said also seem to be in transit. And I’ve loved it. My surfings still weak, though the girls a strong. Time for a new adventure. Bali tomorrow, NZ early next year. I’m excited. See you all soon. I’ve gone over 300 words though will do my best to stay under, I promise, photo on its way.

Kindy kids saying goodbye to zami

The girlfriends

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Farewell cake for cocolily

Peter and  Tinkerbell @ zamis bday

 

Saying goodbye to bronte

 

They say you never know what you’ve lost until its gone. Well thankfully I got to experience the best of my world in Bronte, Sydney, New South Wales 2024, before I said goodbye to it.

 

I knew I was missing out on what Bronte had to offer, working huge hours, only squeezing in a swim a week, a morning coffee on Saturdays at the local cafe and the occasional wave to the neighbour when I brought the bins in. Probably sounds pretty good to most. But I was struggling massively, juggling the roles of wife, mother, daughter, strategy director, school mum, neighbour. Every night, when I arrived home I was miserable and I couldn’t seem to shake it.

 

So, with my dear Scotty, we made some changes and we are about to embark on the journey that has come about from those changes.

 

My last month in bronte, fortune would have neither of us working. Not one hour.

 

I swam everyday in water as low as 16 degrees (positively freezing in Sydney!)

 

I dropped off and picked up the kids from school practically everyday.

 

I got to know everyone in my life a lot more. Which meant when I said goodbye, I have never felt more connected to a community in my life. Which says a lot because its not where I call home.

 

I also sold our home in four days to pay for our five month holiday we are about to embark on.

 

I fell in love with spin class again.

 

I bought pink lilies every week and when I didn’t, Scotty did.

 

I hung around at the school gate, enjoying the smiles and chit chats with the other parents as well the super cute faces of the kindy kids as their teachers brought them to us at the end of the day.

 

I took a surf lesson on bondi beach and utterly humiliated myself in front of four 20 something french boys, thinking I would get up on the first go.

 

My girls started crawling all over me, holding my hands, cuddles, snuggles and kisses everyday before the normal 7pm arrival home.

 

I liked everyone a lot more, the only change being more time to get to know them better.

 

But now we are off.

 

Farewell bronte, stay in touch because we might not see you for awhile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cocolily and her Bestie