If the truth be told, it has all been a bit of a blur since then. Yet here I sit, in an all new nook of solitude, in Melbourne. This morning I walked out onto our balcony to greet the sun (which I find helps my body clock, when I remember to do so) and was greeted by an overcast day and a distinct chill in the wind blowing up the road from the city.
That would be autumn arriving around eleven days early. (Yes I realise that's on the other side of the planet, bear with me.)
It also prompted me to get back to the keyboard. So here I am. Over the next few posts I will fill in the blanks between those frantic days packing up and settling in here in Melbourne. Suffice it to say, for now, that without the amazing help of friends, neighbours and most of all siblings - that truck would not have packed itself.
By my reckoning (which is actually a note scrawled on the fridge) we arrived here on January the 7th. I'm pretty sure we stopped for an overnight sleep in a car park somewhere, so the packing went for another very full day after that last, oh so optimistic post.
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Asking the important questions!
* Have you written any poetry yet???
* Where is the picture of you in your black turtleneck and beret, smoking French cigarettes???
Fans of New Melbourne want to know!
I have not yet written any poetry, nor have I yet found the turtleneck & beret (though I did spot a ripper of a beret at a street festival!)
What we have managed, however, has been the imbibing (in anaesthetic volumes) of margaritas on no less than three separate occasions. Because we're living south of the border, of course.
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