Returning to a wintry cold Melbourne,
away into the shoe cabinet my bright yellow esparadilles must stay
and into my stockings and stilettos my
beautifully pedicured bright red toes will have to hide.
“So which black suit today?” I ask my little dog.
Lying motionless in my bed as if to ignore my stupid question,
she changes her mind and sits up and peers at me through the
fluffs of fur concealing her half opened big brown eyes.

Back into the sea of black and browns and greys I wear to
work day after day. Our trip away has only allowed me to
purchase more browns and blacks to add to my wardrobe.
So in other words, I’ve added to the
choice of variety of dark murky colors to my daily attire.
Haha…
Still refusing to succumb to the cold and pull out my boots
from the bottom of the shoe shelf. Partly because I have to get
into my busting full garage and rummage through a lot of
i-don’t-know-to-throw-or-keep-this entities and possessions
to get to them.
More packing to begin. Should I unpack my luggage only to
have to pack them up when we move to our new place again?
O decisions decisions! Should I pull down the wall to the kitchen
Or should we keep it there? Should we take down another wall in
the living room or keep it there? Aaaa..
been blogging throughout my trip really well not blogging exactly.
Just writing journals which I’ve always done.
Personal thoughts, happy thoughts, angry thoughts, sad thoughts.
Blog also at moments when I just hate myself
for traveling with an annoying husband,
at moments when I realize I don’t really hate myself (or him)
haha.. and at moments on the plane
when I wish I can just take a bus ride and
visit my grandma for dinner instead of flying for hours.
Maybe I’ll put some extracts of my journals in here, for memories
And some photos to remind me of this wonderful 3 weeks
(well 1 week and half to be precise, before we went home
and met my domineering mom) and the honeymoon become
more a nightmarish run to meet as many people as possible.
Nevertheless, amongst madness there are so many
beautiful memories…
Memories I want to keep.
In my pocket if I wish.
Take them out and feel at bliss.
Reminders of love cherished.