My things came!

This weekend my things finally arrived from London. Among the 30 or so boxes was my bed, my bicycles, my artwork, and my art supplies. What a sight for sore eyes! I couldn’t believe how happy it made me to reconnect with my belongings. It was like Christmas unwrapping each item from its box. “Which item will this be?” I wondered, delighted. “Ahh it’s this thing!” and all the lovely, warm feelings of familiarity washed over me.

Some bittersweet memories too, as some things reminded me of things I was really sad to leave in London. There were little bits of paperwork and other nuisances that made me cringe and reminded me of a life I was happy to leave, but for the most part, my items brought me a lot of joy.  It is particularly great to have all my art supplies back and all my art work, which I have hung up around my house. The sewing machine went to the repair shop today (the bobbin winding function is not working, much to my dismay), but as soon as it’s back… watch out!

I also cannot contain my excitement at having my bikes back. Unfortunately, it’s supposed to rain every day this week, so I don’t think there’s a commute in my future this week, but I’m looking forward to it soon.

It was so nice to set up my bed and put my sheets on it. And that first sleep – ahhhhh. So good to have a real bed back. It’s funny how we take these little pleasures of life for granted. And then you get them back and it feels so luxurious.

I have to say though, all this delighting in earthly possessions has made me wonder if I am more of a consumer than I thought I was. I’m surprised I am so attached to things, but indeed as I have filled up my new place over the last few weeks and now that I have all my things from London, I can’t help but feel more comfortable and at home. How is it that things can do this?

I’ve always thought buying a lot of stuff is kind of toxic – bad for the planet and just unnecessary. But now that I am so happy to back with my things, I find it an interesting paradox. Maybe I just want to advocate for buying good stuff?

Melbourne is just like that

I’m one whole month and ten days into my grand Melbourne adventure. After a 28 hour journey, I got off the plane, exhausted, with two suitcases and a whole lot of uncertainty in tow. It’s only taken a few weeks to shed the apprehension and gain so much goodness.

Have you ever found yourself in a place or set of circumstances that just allowed you to be yourself? I think that is the thing that I feel here. I am just so unapologetically me here. And it feels damn good.

A new friend came over for a little housewarming this weekend and she brought me a Himalayan Salt Lamp. You know, one of those hippie “energy purifying” pink crystal looking things. Yeah, go ahead roll your eyes. Because I love it. I absolutely love it. I had it on my list of things to buy for myself and having met me one time, my new friend knew. She knew this was the thing for my housewarming.

Melbourne is just like that. It just works. It’s easy. And I’m loving it.

I feel carried by the stream of life in a beautiful and effortless way here, a way that I have not felt in a long, long time. I ask for things and they appear.

Last weekend, I needed to pick up a bunch of things I’d found second hand on Gumtree (a site like craigslist). I’d arranged to rent a car, but when I went to pick it up, they wouldn’t let me because I didn’t have my passport with me. I didn’t want to go home and get the passport and come back again, so I decided I’d figure something else out, though I had no idea what.

I got an Uber to my first pick up and then uber’ed my new chair back to my house, but decided that wasn’t sustainable for the other four pick ups. So when I got home, I called a “chick with a van” who I had seen advertised on Gumtree earlier. She was miraculously available immediately and came over to pick me up.

We drove all over Melbourne for three hours, picking up chairs and plants, and talking talking talking. Turns out, she is a pretty rad lady: a world traveler, yogi, and teacher. She’d just returned back to Melbourne to study counselling. She wants to help kids gain emotional intelligence. It was so moving hearing her talk about her work, it made me tear up a little. I was like, “I feel like I am hearing you affirm your life purpose!” Of course, we ended up fast friends and she invited me to her beautiful communal house for a potluck.

Melbourne is just like that. It just feels right.

As I shed the shell of my previous self, I see how gray I had become. I’m not sure what it was about London, but I felt so uncomfortable there, so contained, so squashed.

I am learning a lot about myself here, and what I need to feel nourished and comfortable. I think one thing that feels like a repeating theme here is space. I need my own home space where I feel comfortable to be me and do whatever I want to do, and I also need space out in the world. I need a space to stand on the train where a stranger isn’t touching me for our 20 minute commute. I need space at the bar to have a drink with friends and not wait in a queue for an hour beforehand. I need a world space with fresh air and sunshine.

It feels so good that Melbourne has space is so many ways.

Birthing a new life

Saw this on Facebook today and felt like it so aptly described my current feelings. At first glance, I quite identified with the newborn foal particularly at moment 0:22 – you know, the “faaaaack what is happening to me???” moment of pure struggle and confusion. But then the music kicks in and the mum gets up and starts welcoming her foal to the world, and I was like, yeah, that’s actually me, I’m the mum. I’m birthing a new life.

The process is totally nuts and exhausting. I have no idea what’s happening. I’m pushing like hell. I want to cry, but then all of a sudden, there’s this little thing to care for and get up on its feet, and we’ve got to get all this damn goo off you! Think I’m still in the pushing/crying phase right now…

This past week has been another ride on the new-move-rollercoaster. We had our big annual community conference at work where I met lots of beautiful, creative people. They are so inspiring, and it’s hard to believe my job is to support their amazing work. These are events are always so good for my soul, and I’m so glad the timing worked out for me to attend and lead a few sessions. I also went on a day trip to Healesville with some work colleagues and got to cuddle a wombat, see koalas and kangaroos up close and feed a bird out of my hand! It was pure Australian magic.

Work has been complicated too though; it’s just like starting a new job and I’m not sure where or how I fit in yet. At the same time, the housing question has been looming large over my head, and I was crushed to learn the two places I was most excited about seeing have been taken.

After two months living out of suitcases, I’m craving some stability. I’m keen to find my yoga studio and get out my art supplies. I miss my friends and family. Patience! Why is that such a hard one?

My affirmation for this week: I treat myself and the universe with loving patience.