Sitting in Milson Park, a rather lovely park in Kirribilli. The streets around the park are lined with jacarandas, no longer in flower but still majestic trees. The park itself has a combination of lush green grass, old English trees (my botany is not good enough to name them), roses, gums and extremely tall palm trees. Bearing in mind that my estimating eye has not been calibrated lately, I would say that the palms are about 30 metres tall with nothing on the trunks until the top few metres. Individually, they would look really dodgy but together they stand like sentries guarding the park from intruders who may arrive by sea. Birdsong is intermittent and rather lovely but not from any bird that I recognise.
I’ve done some getting around Sydney, driving, walking and public transport and I have to say I am enjoying it. There is no disputing that it is big and busy but it is definitely a place that I like to be. I have caught up with extended family since being here and thoroughly enjoy that opportunity when it presents. I drove yesterday with one aunt to visit another 2 hours north of Sydney and had a lovely day. Being with the two of them is as close as I can get to spending time with my mother who died more than 15 years ago. There were some laugh out loud moments as things that they said and did or even just their mannerisms brought my mother flooding back into my memory. Truly blessed to have the opportunity to spend time with these two lovely ladies!
G has not only survived but enjoyed his first few days in his new position and tonight we will be catching up with friends for dinner before heading back up to Newcastle for work tomorrow and another dinner tomorrow night. Tomorrow is a landmark for me, the last day that I should be working while I am still on holidays – read that as, I’m back in my real world on Monday and back at work!
I have mixed feelings about going back to work. I still feel, as I have for the last few months, ostensibly well. And I have to say, that is a great way to feel. Staying healthy is a very high priority for me these days and I am hesitant about the additional stress that work introduces. I do however have additional tools to increase my own personal resilience that I did not have previously and am counting on these keeping me grounded.
I am looking forward to going home for a number of reasons, not the least of which; my dog Crash has spent the last two nights at the vet after an altercation with my daughter’s dog Beo. The attack was vicious and unpredicted and Beo was euthanized. I feel the need to be there for both my daughter and for Crash, not to mention my son and his partner who were involved in saving Crash and getting him to the vet. All in all, a very sad state of affairs. Beo and Crash had been best friends for the last couple of years although we never fully trusted Beo following his rescue from an unfortunate home. There had been scuffles before but nothing like what occurred this week. We will all miss Beo but know that the decision was right for us and for him.
I am also looking forward to time spent in my own home and sleeping in my own bed. I am almost (I can only say almost) looking forward to getting back into the routine that having to go to work causes. I am looking forward to regular eating and exercising and just having my own stuff around me. Well this year I have decided to resurrect the ‘Christmas letter’ that was for many years a run down for our friends of what the year had brought. Over the last few years of dealing with depression, it never quite got written. I think that at least once, it got written but certainly did not get printed or posted. Well, I have stories to tell, best get telling!