a photo update

I suppose it’s time for a little update.

I’m still unemployed and I still love it.

I have some pictures to share and very few words. 

Two weekends ago was a birthday celebration. 

Twenty five years for De! To Halifax we went. 

Driving with De wouldn’t be right without a snowstorm. 

As soon as I got back I went to Fredericton. 

A week with my grandparents and visiting friends! The sky from the kitchen. 

The sky from home. 

Love the moon.

Oh and here’s sleepy Bronson last night.

I’d get a dog if someone could promise me it would be tired and cute all the time.

And here is today. 

A little run through the woods with Jess. Pretty pretty!

soul dust

I think writing cleanses my soul. I haven’t written in a while so my soul is a little dusty right now.

But it is the first day of 2013 and I’m ready for some dusting. I’m not superstitious but I just don’t like the number 13. I have high hopes that this year will make me like the number 13. Happy New Year!

Last year was a big year for me, my biggest without a doubt, but also my very best year.

I’ve started a few posts in the last couple of weeks but I usually get distracted by my Sudoku book or Netflix. I just finished the first season of Mad Men.

I was first going to post about my mushy brain after Natalie posted about her art work and her mushy brain. I’m getting a little nervous because my brain hasn’t been challenged in a while. Will it still work? It’s hard to say really. I do know that I’m really struggling with the hard Sudokus right now.

And I was going to post again yesterday when I saw everyone had posted 2012 recaps. But I’m lazy and if you want a recap just look back in my blog. Duh, that’s what it’s for.

But tonight Jess finally motivated me to write something down. She texted saying she was itching to write and I said duh, do it. It works wonders.

If you’re not sure if you’re happy or sad, hungry or thirsty, crazy or bored, just write. Whatever you want. It will help you figure it out. Sometimes it’s fun to write with a pen but if you have a lot to say your hand’s going to get tired. That’s when typing comes in handy.

I got a bright pink journal with a single page for each day of the year that I hope to fill in this year. Wish me luck.

In case you were wondering I adjusted pretty quickly after I got home. I have had a few sad moments since I’ve been back. Moments where I think maybe I should have stayed a little longer. But then I remember what my situation was like there and how unhappy I was in that house. I even had a dream I flew back to Australia. I’m not sure who was paying for it…

If I could do it all over again I would never have made an account on that au pair website. I should have gone with my initial plan and just backpacked. Planned for a shorter trip and just adventured the whole time.

But you live and you learn.

I also learned that I do not want to travel alone again. I am so glad I did it and would never undo it but I don’t want to do it again. I know that if I am ever away for work that I will have no problem exploring the city I’m in. I won’t hole up in my hotel room waiting to fall asleep and I’m so thankful for that. I’m perfectly comfortable roaming alone but I would love to have a buddy by my side.

I still have lots to say but I’m falling asleep. Maybe I’ll be back tomorrow or the next day. Happy New Year again :) Weee 2013!

wide awake

I often brag about being such a good sleeper. No amount of stress or excitement can keep me awake. And I always need eight or nine hours of sleep or someone is going to hear about it. 

When I arrived in Australia my sleep schedule was a little bit off but nothing serious. I slept really well on the flight across the pacific so that helped tremendously.

I was usually sleeping shortly after eight and was waking up between five and six in the morning. Since I had to be up and fully functioning by seven this wasn’t such a bad thing. After about a month I was back to my usual self and was staying up a little later and wanting to stay in bed when my alarm went off at 6:45.

Fast forward three and a half months and I’m a complete mess. I remember hearing how much harder it is to adjust on the way back. I was hoping it was a lie. 

I barely slept at all during my forty hour journey home. I got in to Saint John just after noon and told myself I couldn’t go to sleep until 7pm. I thought this would work like magic and I would be back to normal. 

Hah, so naive. 

Thankfully three of my favourite faces stopped by to see me in my deliriously tired state and kept me entertained and semi-conscious for a few hours. 

I couldn’t find a picture with the three of you or the four of us, so Hi Christine :)

And thanks mom for inviting them. I love surprises!

Anyway as soon as they left at around 7:30 I passed out. Excluding a quick pee break I slept for about fifteen hours. I was up before noon so I thought I was fixed. 

Well Saturday night I didn’t go to bed until after midnight and thought I would sleep in quite late. Nope. I was awake just after 4am and was browning butter for cookies by 5:30. I also had an omelette and rearranged my room. I was full of energy!

At nine I went back to bed until one. Mother dearest thought she should keep me awake all day which I guess was a good idea. Even though I wanted to be sleeping so bad. 

I managed to stay up until almost 9pm. That way if I woke up at 4am again it wouldn’t be too bad because I would still get lots of sleep. Well my body is rebelling and I woke up at 1:30. One thirty on the morning.

It’s 4:17 in the morning and I am still awake. Wide awake. No sign of sleep in my near future. I don’t know what to do. 

I found two cookie recipes to make but since someone works in a few hours I shall not wake her. I’m also starving but the only thing that is edible in my room is a package of TimTams that I will not let myself eat.

All I can do is hope jet lag is the most serious sleep issue I ever have. 

Happy Monday everyone :)