Coffee, ah sweet coffee. It has always been my one and only drug of choice. I was allowed it as a small child and I truly believe I am addicted. I have given up a couple of times but I always end up back on the wagon so to speak. Dandelion tea is my alternative but it's just not coffee.
My addiction really peaked when I became a registered nurse and now as a newly registered midwife I can not see this dependency stopping anytime soon.
Back to our "big move" however...we are taking a risk and moving to the land of the long white cloud. 'Finally someone moving back' is the comment of the week from complete and arrogant strangers who probably need a proper smack to the head. Justin and I have discussed this move for a very long time and now the time has come and in the nick of time if you ask us. Justin is originally from New Zealand, a kiwi, a pakeha. I'm a true blue Aussie girl born in Camperdown Sydney. Australia has provided a meeting place and fun times growing up with friends, now NZ is hopefully going to allow us to enjoy what really matters most - a home.
We want to begin a family soon, although our efforts have been futile for some time now. Perhaps the fresh air and relaxed lifestyle will aid in our conception finally. Farm life is certainly a step up from the vigorous routine of living in Tweed Heads West; directly underneath the flight paths of 95% of all in-coming and out-going air traffic into Coolangatta.
So today is about avoiding an argument, fitting in a visit to mum in Tweed Hospital so I can pick up her clothes to be washed because I still feel guilty and because she doesn't trust the other inmates from tampering with the laundry facilities. We also need to try to keep this pending move a secret from our two black moggies who are becoming increasingly nervous day by day.
Tomorrow Grace will come and box our whole life up and then take it all away in a shipping crate the next day. We are really not looking forward to sleeping on a blow-up mattress with nothing except what we have left aside in our trusty backpacks.
What we are looking forward to though is the wicked camper road trip from Brisbane to Perth that we are embarking on the very next day after all our stuff is picked up. The kitty's will have to remain here furniture free until our return and then we all fly to NZ. They are going to hate us forever for this little adventure.
Lucky and Roger are going to become one-time only frequent fliers! And we are going to be sitting above them watching some Hollywood blockbuster while knocking back red wine like it's being given out for free.
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