Today I had one of those days. A day where I just wished I could rewind my life 5 years and be in a place where I have no one else to take care of, no one to worry about or sort out. Just for a day. The time where I could lie in bed all day because of a minor but persisting headache. The time where if I didn't want to cook dinner, I could have Weetbix sprinkled with Milo and no one could care less. But that was then.
5 years ago, I lived the high life. Literally. We had an apartment on the 22nd floor in the CBD of Melbourne. Our view extended from the MCG to the left, Albert Park dead ahead, to Port Phillip Bay over Port Melbourne on the right. We had a gym, tennis court, swimming pool and barbecue area on the 3rd floor, and the Crown complex was at the end of our street, 3 minutes walk away. Every day I walked into that building, through the foyer with its little couches that no one ever used, I felt like I was living in a hotel, but in a good way.
We both worked 5 days a week but somehow we saw more of each other then. Our life comprised of shopping, bars, lazing in parks and going for drives. My favourite weekend away was to the Japanese Mountain Retreat. Just driving into the grounds, we knew we were about to be experience something special... being shown into the room was beyond serenity. Shoji/ rice paper screens, tatami mat, neck deep bath next to a giant picture window overlooking a private miniature Japanse garden.
I'd only like to go back to that life for short periods though. A day or two a year would suit me just fine (unless it was to the retreat... I would stay there a week a month) In this life, we can step outside to a yard, albeit small, and not not have to take an elevator. I love towake get up - after 7am please- to my gorgeous children's smiles rather than brief acknowledging ones from strangers on the tram. We have true friends now, not the fickle "See-You-At-The-Bar" type we mainly had in our city life.
And if I have to get up in the morning, against my will, and brave the headache... these are the two that I want to stumble through the day with.
5 years ago, I lived the high life. Literally. We had an apartment on the 22nd floor in the CBD of Melbourne. Our view extended from the MCG to the left, Albert Park dead ahead, to Port Phillip Bay over Port Melbourne on the right. We had a gym, tennis court, swimming pool and barbecue area on the 3rd floor, and the Crown complex was at the end of our street, 3 minutes walk away. Every day I walked into that building, through the foyer with its little couches that no one ever used, I felt like I was living in a hotel, but in a good way.
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| We lived 3 floors up from where those front balconies become triangular |
We both worked 5 days a week but somehow we saw more of each other then. Our life comprised of shopping, bars, lazing in parks and going for drives. My favourite weekend away was to the Japanese Mountain Retreat. Just driving into the grounds, we knew we were about to be experience something special... being shown into the room was beyond serenity. Shoji/ rice paper screens, tatami mat, neck deep bath next to a giant picture window overlooking a private miniature Japanse garden.
I'd only like to go back to that life for short periods though. A day or two a year would suit me just fine (unless it was to the retreat... I would stay there a week a month) In this life, we can step outside to a yard, albeit small, and not not have to take an elevator. I love to
And if I have to get up in the morning, against my will, and brave the headache... these are the two that I want to stumble through the day with.
Even if Prince grumbles all day and Princess steals my convealer, puts it on her lips and plays annoying Hannah Montana songs on the guitar.
Gorgeous. It's amazing how much our lives change when we have kids. Some days are so hard but look what we get for it :)
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