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?

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.


Brooke Road in Clapton

I’ve moved to Clapton, a changing neighborhood in the North East of London. It’s just north of Hackney and east of Stoke Newington. Being super close to these two neighborhoods, means you are only ever a 10 minute walk away from the cool London favourites of those areas. Luckily, you don’t even have to walk to find great food and interesting shops. Clapton has plenty of Continue reading