So last Saturday marked a month since I moved to Melbourne. It has been SUCH a good move. I can’t imagine living anywhere but here (except maybe overseas), so while I feel brand new and fresh-eyed, I also feel right at home.
I’ve been thinking back over all the things I’ve done in these early days, and I’m so excited to do more. It’s a slow start while we all find our feet and get into a groove, and once the girls are settled at their new day care, I can see there will be a little rhythm to our days. I’m excited.
Here’s my Melbourne month in snapshot form.
Dinners out: One. Matt and I went to the Vegie Bar with his brother and fiance. I ate noodles. Matt thought he saw someone famous but since none of us watch TV, nobody could be sure.
Takeaways in: Three pizza orders, one Indian. Thumbs up in every case.
Shops I’ve massacred: Daiso (x2 because obsessed), the Bonds kids outlet store at the DFO (my two are woefully in need of warmer clothes like RIGHT NOW), Morris and Sons (for amazing yarn), Target (to buy a GPS, which I swore I’d never buy in my life), La Manna Direct, which is an amazing supermarket, and Casa Iberica on the Ro‘s recommendation. I bough chipotle peppers and manchego cheese and homemade tortillas and tabasco chocolate.
Donuts eaten: Three. Two Mr Donut chocolate donuts because they taste like my childhood, and one Krispy Kreme which came with a side of apologetic man and domineering wife (long story).
Parks played in: Three different ones, but the same three like, a million times.
Daycares been to: Two. The orientation for the new day care went so well, and it was a wonderful change strolling along rose-lined streets in the brisk breeze rather than sitting through three sets of light changes every time I moved 500m. Abby had just started to warm to the old day care, making a best friend and getting familiar with the carers, and of course now she has to go. But the first thing she said when she walked into the new day care was “oh this is wonderful!” so I suppose she’ll be happy there too. Good feelings all round.
Coffees had: Five. I know! Only five! The coffee capital of Australia, and I’ve hardly had any. To be fair, it’s difficult to get two toddlers in and out of a car, sit quietly in a cafe (or even for five minutes while we wait for a takeaway), and then back into the car, and I also can’t get the double pram in anywhere within walking distance of home, so I’ve not had too many. The lovely Louisa keeps bringing them to me, and I suspect she’s getting her kids out of the car every time. She deserves my undying love and respect!
Sleep had: Minimal. Although MUCH better since my last itemised account. Going to bed earlier has been the best thing, and some nights Pepper has even slept through until just before 5 (WHICH IS AMAZING), but of course I still keep waking up at the usual times. I think my body needs some time to get used to it, but then she’ll wake up 10 minutes after I fall asleep at night. Keeps me on my toes, but I’d much rather be passed out in bed.
Beauty treatments undergone: One. My sister-in-law sanded my sagging face off with diamonds (or some kind of diamond-tipped microdermabrasion machine), and I walked out of there with baby-soft skin. Still wrinkly, but so soft and clean and renewed and lovely. I’m going back tomorrow for her to burn several layers off with a chemical peel. I expect to look nine months old by the time she’s finished.
Cafes frequented: I have been to one that has already shut down at the time of writing (was it something I said?!) with the wonderful Cormac, who I’ve been dying to meet for a couple of years now (dude is a legend, possibly the nicest, smartest guy that’s ever spoken to me with an Irish accent), and one with the equally lovely Kat, who regaled me with stories of dating in her 30s and wild nights out managing bands. Oh to be young again! travelling, unlined faces, unlimited time to drink coffee with old ladies. I also went to Ceres and let my coffee go cold while my child attempted to walk up the steepest hill known to man. She pretty much just kept rolling back down into the sandpit.
New friends made: A lovely family around the corner, and finally got to meet the beautiful Ruby Hoppen. There was also a very chatty lady at the park who gave me a rundown of the shops in the area.
Emails answered: about one-quarter of what they should be. Sorry anyone who has tried to email – I’m getting to you!
Driving infractions/amount of other drivers I’ve inadvertently pissed off: From memory, about four. Lanes just stop when you least expect them! and I also apparently don’t turn FAST ENOUGH OH MY GOD. So that’s three angry beeps for me.
Blinds washed: Four. Nine to go.
Things I’ve burned because my house is now so big I am no longer notified by smell alone: lovely organic beetroot, and some lovely organic kale. Ended up just being lovely organic charcoal.
Times I’ve avoided walking up the giant hill I live on: Twice. It’s impossible to push the double pram up (my face almost touches the ground), so I walk allllll the way around the block.
Newspapers bought from the corner store: Six. I’ve read about two of them.
Crosswords completed in said newspapers: One half of one. Oh no, wait – there was a little one I got done. But one of them had clues like “who was the president of Micronesia in 1456?” and, you know, my 15th century Micronesia knowledge is a bit thin in some parts.
Here’s hoping the coming month features more coffee and less driver douchebags!