A Saturday Morning in Newtown
Today is a day where I had nothing planned. Such an odd and infrequent feeling, but a nice one. Jon and I dragged ourselves out of bed after 10 and wandered up the road for breakfast. I always get a shock when I hang out in Newtown on the weekend because I’m so use to being there in the day mid week. The hustle and bustle of ‘normal’ people having breakfast on a Sat morning makes me feel almost like I’ve stepped into a completely different place. But a the same time, it makes me feel a bit more ‘normal’.
We wandered over to the Vargarbar which use to be one of our most frequented spots but we hadn’t been there for months. We both went knowing what we wanted to order only to find that their menu had completely changed. Oh dear. I feel like in my old age (now I’ve hit the big 30) I don’t cope so well with change. I really did want my bacon and avocado melt. Some things in life just aren’t meant to change. But I guess it’s jus the Newtown way. Always changing.
We then meandered up King St and stopped off at the new bookshop cafe opened quite close to our house. It’s beautiful. And grungy. And arty. And light. And spacious. And peaceful. And quiet. A lovely discovery! Perhaps a new breakfast destination. Or at least coffee.
I then came home and have spent the last 2 hours on Skype with Helen and looking at her beautiful 8 week old baby Hannah. Ah the wonders of the internet!
Life is starting to slow down.
I’m looking forward to some moments of just being.