Saturday, July 9, 2011
I scurried home facing the headwind and started cleaning up the house. Making chicken and vegie soup and chocolate cake. I am slowly regaining my blojo. Feeling more positive again.
In two weeks we are drivng 1200 km to Broken Hill. I am doing a locum in Indigenous Child Health and hoping to contirbute to the Healthy Start programme. As time draws closer, getting those predicted jitters and wondering why am I upheaving my family to somewhere unknown when we are all comfy here?
My mother would often say I always choose the hard way to do things.
I have this obsession with making the home welcoming when we do return. Organizing the home and making it pretty and cosy. A place where one could just walk in and start baking, sleeping and relaxing. Maybe I am focussing too much on this? Some friends are coming to stay while we are away. I hope they like this space.