...too busy pinning:
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My life outside my house is now over.
30 August 2011
17 August 2011
My Hummingbird Kick...
...wondering when I'll get sick of it?!
Have just purchased these from Etsy (my dead-set favourite online shopping site EVER!!)
And am busting to get these for my bedroom, but waiting on a convo from the storeholder:
Have just purchased these from Etsy (my dead-set favourite online shopping site EVER!!)
And am busting to get these for my bedroom, but waiting on a convo from the storeholder:
Matt's Father's Day Presents...
These prints are by a New York artist named Victoria McKenzie.
Some new fragrance and Foo Fighters concert tickets.
Some new fragrance and Foo Fighters concert tickets.
09 August 2011
Best Years of My Life (pre-kids) continued...
1992: Seaford. I was 22...
Moving out of home was unexpectedly easy for me. I fully intended to impose upon my parents till I was about 30, however, during the September school holidays my parents were taking my younger brothers away and I was to be alone in the house for a couple of weeks. I wasn't daunted, I was looking forward to it, but ended up getting a better offer.
A close family friend (who was like a big brother) lived around the corner and invited me to stay with him for the duration so I'd have some company.
That fortnight was a blast, we had such a ball together. The night before I was due to move back home he asked me to move into his spare bedroom and pay *nominal* rent. The next day we moved all of my stuff in, and suddenly, I had moved out of home.
What followed was one of the best (well, at least the most memorable) years of my life.
It was pretty much a blur of Jim Beam, House Parties and Pubs. With weekly Red Rooster and Sara Lee Ultra Choc carpet picnics whilst watching the D-Generation and old movies.
My divine housemate ran interference for me when I wanted to avoid certain boys and in turn, I counselled him through a couple of episodes of heartbreak. I even delivered his cat's kittens one weekend when he was away!
But what made it EVEN BETTER was that my housemate's best friend happened to be the man with whom I'd been hopelessly in love since I was 19.
**Aside: I still remember the first time I saw him: at my folks' place one Sunday morning when my future housemate dropped around for a chat and to introduce his friend to our family. I was (mortifyingly) still in my dressing gown eating my breakfast, looking like a total hag. And in walks this curly-haired, brown-eyed, 31 year old dream, freshly separated and never to be mine. Me: Gutted.**
Anyway, on with the story...
He was 12 years my senior, divorced, with a 3 year old daughter.
Incredibly, he started "noticing" me after I'd come to live with my housemate and he was almost always involved in aforementioned Parties and other Shenanigans. This man ticked EVERY box for me. After an awkward but fun trip to Bali and a couple of intense months, our "relationship" was still frustratingly platonic.
One word from him and I'd have dropped all my plans for my trip to the UK and happily become part-time step-mum to his gorgeous little strawberry-haired tot. He had (unwittingly) held me in thrall for almost 4 years and, pathetically, I would've done anything for him.
But, obviously, a flighty and immature 22 year old (no matter how perky the boobs) cannot for long hold the interest of a serious 34 year old single father, and one day he announced that he was going back to his girlfriend.
WHAT. THE. FUCK?!!! GIRLFRIEND?!!!
I hadn't realised that there was still a girlfriend in the picture. I'd thought he was free and clear and fair game. Well, that completely floored me and instantly consolidated my plans to leave the country ASAP. To protect myself from further humiliation, I gave him the cut-direct whenever I saw him after that. Things were very uncomfortable between us and I realise now that my behaviour made me seem bitter and twisted, but I was simply confused and distraught, and had NO IDEA how to deal with it.
That plane trip could not come quick enough. I held it together at the airport long enough to board the flight, then bawled for the first 2 hours, cradling the photos of our Bali trip.
I've thought about him sooooo often over the years, but I'm sure that my fantasy would trump ANY reality that could've been between us!!
It all worked out for the best though: he has stayed with his "girlfriend" and it's now 19 years down the track. Plus I have my gorgeous husband and kids and wouldn't want it any other way.
Moving out of home was unexpectedly easy for me. I fully intended to impose upon my parents till I was about 30, however, during the September school holidays my parents were taking my younger brothers away and I was to be alone in the house for a couple of weeks. I wasn't daunted, I was looking forward to it, but ended up getting a better offer.
A close family friend (who was like a big brother) lived around the corner and invited me to stay with him for the duration so I'd have some company.
That fortnight was a blast, we had such a ball together. The night before I was due to move back home he asked me to move into his spare bedroom and pay *nominal* rent. The next day we moved all of my stuff in, and suddenly, I had moved out of home.
What followed was one of the best (well, at least the most memorable) years of my life.
It was pretty much a blur of Jim Beam, House Parties and Pubs. With weekly Red Rooster and Sara Lee Ultra Choc carpet picnics whilst watching the D-Generation and old movies.
My divine housemate ran interference for me when I wanted to avoid certain boys and in turn, I counselled him through a couple of episodes of heartbreak. I even delivered his cat's kittens one weekend when he was away!
But what made it EVEN BETTER was that my housemate's best friend happened to be the man with whom I'd been hopelessly in love since I was 19.
**Aside: I still remember the first time I saw him: at my folks' place one Sunday morning when my future housemate dropped around for a chat and to introduce his friend to our family. I was (mortifyingly) still in my dressing gown eating my breakfast, looking like a total hag. And in walks this curly-haired, brown-eyed, 31 year old dream, freshly separated and never to be mine. Me: Gutted.**
Anyway, on with the story...
He was 12 years my senior, divorced, with a 3 year old daughter.
Incredibly, he started "noticing" me after I'd come to live with my housemate and he was almost always involved in aforementioned Parties and other Shenanigans. This man ticked EVERY box for me. After an awkward but fun trip to Bali and a couple of intense months, our "relationship" was still frustratingly platonic.
One word from him and I'd have dropped all my plans for my trip to the UK and happily become part-time step-mum to his gorgeous little strawberry-haired tot. He had (unwittingly) held me in thrall for almost 4 years and, pathetically, I would've done anything for him.
But, obviously, a flighty and immature 22 year old (no matter how perky the boobs) cannot for long hold the interest of a serious 34 year old single father, and one day he announced that he was going back to his girlfriend.
WHAT. THE. FUCK?!!! GIRLFRIEND?!!!
I hadn't realised that there was still a girlfriend in the picture. I'd thought he was free and clear and fair game. Well, that completely floored me and instantly consolidated my plans to leave the country ASAP. To protect myself from further humiliation, I gave him the cut-direct whenever I saw him after that. Things were very uncomfortable between us and I realise now that my behaviour made me seem bitter and twisted, but I was simply confused and distraught, and had NO IDEA how to deal with it.
That plane trip could not come quick enough. I held it together at the airport long enough to board the flight, then bawled for the first 2 hours, cradling the photos of our Bali trip.
I've thought about him sooooo often over the years, but I'm sure that my fantasy would trump ANY reality that could've been between us!!
It all worked out for the best though: he has stayed with his "girlfriend" and it's now 19 years down the track. Plus I have my gorgeous husband and kids and wouldn't want it any other way.
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