I was, once again, a long way from the cold that is Melbourne in the winter … and seeing my parents walking hand in hand warmed me more than the northern winter sun.
Category: Life
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I am, once again, a long way from the cold that is Melbourne in the winter … surfing makes much more sense to me up here than it does down south at this time of year.
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Horizons might seem fixed and unchanging, but what looms on the horizon really depends on your perspective, and where you choose to fix your gaze.
Thankfully, things on my horizon are beginning to look a little brighter.
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I am, once again, a long way from the cold that is Melbourne in the winter … but the cane fires remind me that it is winter here too.
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Just when you think the clouds are lifting, you turn around and notice that there’s another storm on the way.
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Life is like an unfamiliar road that twists and turns through valleys and over creeks and along the sides of mountains. It can be exhilarating, but sometimes a nice straight stretch or a gentle curve can be good for the soul.
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I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and a volleyball game on the beach was a good way to spend a winter afternoon.
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I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and in my parents’ house I open cupboards and find childhood memories.
These were used to get nappies out of the copper. If that makes no sense to you, ask your grandma.
What’s really sad about this, is that I can remember my mother actually using these!
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I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and in my parents’ house I open cupboards and find childhood memories.
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I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and there’s a real-life, fully-functioning Kenwood Chef from the 1970s here (which I used to make a very tasty banana cake).
Musings from the cold 