I think I’d like to write a blogpost but I’m not sure what to write. I think I’d like to write it just to connect to the community. It’s been a while since we’ve been to commie dinner or visited the commie house. I miss it.
Hello everybody.
I just arrived home and my husband’s still out. I think that’s a first. He’s normally the one sitting around for hours waiting for me to get home. It makes me feel a bit lost. Which is kinda bizarre because less than 2 months ago I always came home to an empty house and it was normal. It’s funny how you adjust to change. And you don’t realise how much you’ve adjusted until you get a taste of how things use to be and they feel strange when once they were normal.
And so in my lostness I choose to talk to the blog world.
Hello blog world.
Tonight I finishes rehearsals early so I ended up spontaneously dropping into the Commie house. I miss hanging out there. It was nice to have tea. And chat. And make silly jokes. And feel comfortable. The feeling comfortable thing was nice and interesting. I guess that house was like a second home before we got married. It’s nice to have a place that feels like a second home.
oh jon’s home…
must look like dutiful wife again
Fire! Fire!
I was forced to rise this morning to the sound of a blaring fire alarm in my building. After entering the street and not seeing any flames or smoke, I decided to grab the local newspaper and head to the nearest cafe for coffee and banana bread. Quite pleasant really. I returned to a quiet well in tact home.
Good reminder to take unexpected negative experiences and turn them into spontaneous pleasant ones.
That’s one of the things I love about Newtown…always a latte in close walking distance.