Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
Sunday, December 30, 2012
the year that was 2012 (in which I try to condense my year into hellos, goodbyes, celebrations, journeys and lessons learnt.)
:: hello to
2 bedroom changes
2 new businesses
4 new housemates
2 ducks and 3 chickens
6 new friends
1 new love
his 3 beautiful children
1 Bachelor of Visual Arts
:: goodbye to
1 lovely cat Gigersquee
1 wonderful relationship
1 job quit
4 old housemates
6cm of hair chopped off on a whim
:: celebrated
1 2012 cardboard tube fighting league champion crown. true story.
7 birthday parties
2 music concerts
2 art exhibition contributions
lots of dinner parties
:: journeyed
1 family trip to ikea
5 ace camping trips
6 long train trips
4 flights
1 long bus trip
1 car trip to the snow!
5 picnics
2 trips to museum and art gallery
:: learned
how to play a lot of poker
sometimes quitting is actually the best thing
how to sew an adjustable duck nappy
how to play 5 songs on the ukulele
Dr Who is awesome
beans and corn grow really well together
how to talk about postmodernism
donuts are easier to make then you'd think
move your hips away from the turn when skiing
lots about running a business
letting go of something great is really really hard, even if it's for the right reasons
I hope you had a wonderful year too, and Happy New Year for 2013!
x
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Sunday, April 8, 2012
my week in pictures- camping











I went camping with my friend Rolley. So nice to spend time with a friend who lives so far away, text and emails and Skype just aren't the same, are they? and it was his birthday too!
It was such fun! We walked, swam, played dice, ate delicious breakfasts and smokey cheesy jaffles on the fire and burritos and the best. yoghurt. ever. We wandered through the local town, stopping at an antique store, art gallery and craft store with some amazing quilts. There was a nosy goanna, one eyed old possum who tried to run off with the peanut butter, and a one-legged bush turkey (the subject of which made the park ranger a bit shamefaced and quiet..) I picked wildflowers each morning, we lazed around reading on blankets, and talked into the night. I didn't wear a watch and when I found myself wondering about the time, I though 'pfft! time! it doesn't matter!' and that is a nice feeling indeed.
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