Not updated for far too long, but certainly not forgotten. I have been lost in the working world and falling into a...dare I say it...routine. Finally, finally, finally I have been able to enjoy the fruits of a routine! It has been lovely, my dears, quite lovely indeed. There is now a regular inflow into my bank account, rather than the rapidly decreasing funds my account has seen in the past year. This has been a positive change. :) There has also been some almost-daily exercise going into the regimen (does three out of the seven days a week count as "almost"?) and vegetable consumption that has reached levels this body has never seen. Whooie! The weekends have mostly been spent traveling here and there and...my writing has suffered as a result. It's not necessarily an unhappy change since I've spent the last year inside my head and I'm now beginning to crawl back out. I have been wanting to write and there are beautiful thoughts that cross my mind periodically throughout the day and I think, "Ah yes, must remember that for my blog!" And alas, the only thought I can remember that I want to write about is beetroot, and the Australians' strange obsession with that superfood. Walking through the canned food aisle of the grocery store, the item I see in greatest quantity is the beetroot. This item is on most salads and burgers and haunts people's refrigerators sitting inside a tupperware container designed specifically to store this purpley vegetable that will stain your clothes (though the only thing that seems to stain my clothes these days is chocolate and...peanut butter?). Anyhew, there's the beetroot for you. Strange... And while I'm on the subject of strange things Australians eat, I tried vegemite for the first time this past weekend. I spread it as thinly as I possibly could over a corner of a heavily buttered piece of toast. It wasn't as repulsive as it could have been, but it's certainly not something I would buy out of my own free will.
Anyway, this may not be the longest chapter I ever write (and we all know I do write a long chapter!) but here's a quick run-down of what I've been up to. The first weekend in October, Marcus and I hopped on a plane over to Melbourne, a city that most of my trusted sources have said is their favorite Australian city. It did not disappoint, though I am left wondering if perhaps part of my impression wasn't influenced by the opinions others fed into me rather than my own amazing experience. Don't get me wrong, I really did like Melbourne. It felt more like home, more like Seattle. There were leafy tree-lined streets (the likes of which remind me of a beautiful drive out on 35th up past Wedgwood to Lake City), lovely little houses that had yards and gardens, there is a pathway on the bay that is beautiful and full of sailboats, runners and scene-seeking people, almost reminiscent of Gasworks or Golden Gardens. On our last day, there were rolling gray clouds that would spit out rain, then roll through to let the sun go, after which more clouds would roll in and spit at us, then the sun would follow. This tug-of-war went on all day, but it was quite nice.
Another thing I appreciated during our sight-seeing in Melbourne were the free tourist buses. The buses run all over the center of the city and you can hop on/hop off and never pay a cent! There were also free tourist trams that went around the center of the city which we also took advantage of during the rain...
I didn't take very many pictures of Melbourne (mostly just from the engagement party) but I'll post some pictures up soon. And write more!
But be assured that even though I haven't been writing, I keep on meaning to and I will try to do more regularly. I love and miss you!
Anyway, this may not be the longest chapter I ever write (and we all know I do write a long chapter!) but here's a quick run-down of what I've been up to. The first weekend in October, Marcus and I hopped on a plane over to Melbourne, a city that most of my trusted sources have said is their favorite Australian city. It did not disappoint, though I am left wondering if perhaps part of my impression wasn't influenced by the opinions others fed into me rather than my own amazing experience. Don't get me wrong, I really did like Melbourne. It felt more like home, more like Seattle. There were leafy tree-lined streets (the likes of which remind me of a beautiful drive out on 35th up past Wedgwood to Lake City), lovely little houses that had yards and gardens, there is a pathway on the bay that is beautiful and full of sailboats, runners and scene-seeking people, almost reminiscent of Gasworks or Golden Gardens. On our last day, there were rolling gray clouds that would spit out rain, then roll through to let the sun go, after which more clouds would roll in and spit at us, then the sun would follow. This tug-of-war went on all day, but it was quite nice.
Another thing I appreciated during our sight-seeing in Melbourne were the free tourist buses. The buses run all over the center of the city and you can hop on/hop off and never pay a cent! There were also free tourist trams that went around the center of the city which we also took advantage of during the rain...
I didn't take very many pictures of Melbourne (mostly just from the engagement party) but I'll post some pictures up soon. And write more!
But be assured that even though I haven't been writing, I keep on meaning to and I will try to do more regularly. I love and miss you!
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