Friday, 9 March 2018

Leaving the nest

Leaving the nest,


The first place I really felt at home since moving to the big apple.  Our first place together, so many firsts and memories belong to this address. Home truly is where the heart is. This is how I know we will once again settle down, have a residential address, make a new nest. But also the reason I know, no matter what happens out in the  wilderness, as long as I have Tom; I will have a home.

It is finally that time; time to relocate all of our materialistic clutter to new homes.  Time to scrutinize how sentimental we currently are, try and predict how nostalgic we will want to be on our arrival back on home soil. How much of this stuff do we actually want to come home to, if any?  

Not so long ago I had a wistful affection for things in excess, bags, shoes etc. Now at the age of 25 I regret buying most things (especially all the cheap crap) and yearn for freedom.  You are born with nothing and you will die with nothing except your memories, emotions and dreams.

Goodbye to the beautiful handmade, Kermit green pallet lounge, the first of many arts & crafts projects we did together in the nest. We strapped 15 pallets to the roof of my old 4wd with a tiny piece of rope and lots of cling wrap and drove from opposite ends of the city, I was so petrified we were going to get a ticket if the police saw us.  Goodbye to the 500+ fairy lights that created a romantic spot, while also casting shadows over drunk faces full of emotions from DnM’s.  Goodbye to all the week night BBQ’s, boys night’s, girls nights, random bender weekend’s, Birthday, Easter & Christmas celebrations and surprise visits from friends and relatives, most who don’t even use the front door. I will not miss cleaning up jelly shot mess.
Goodbye to the courtyard with the water fountain & my failed attempts at truly meditating, I was much better at topless tanning and reading.
Goodbye to all the puzzles, books and board games, I will never forget playing drunk giant snakes and ladders, Game of Thrones themed Monopoly and the mandatory card games. 
Goodbye to the kitchen were there was so much connection in the form of creating meals together, drinking, singing, dancing, talking, planning & laughter.  Basically food for the soul.
Goodbye to the lounge that made it all the way from South Africa and is older than Tom, so many snuggles, but it was starting to get really uncomfortable....
Goodbye to our bed & the bedroom where the obvious happened on a very frequent & exciting basis, also were we showered together, slept together, had deep conversations before sleep and where Tom played his guitar for me.
Goodbye to the spare bedroom, that was only spare half of the time with friends and family always welcome and always staying with us.
Goodbye to all the pets that we borrowed and loved while their owners were away, one day we will have our own critters to love.
 On a different note I will not miss having surrounding neighbor’s balconies so close, they heard us yell some obscene things to each other, most of which we mimicked of Youtube

The memories go on and on and on. These are the type of memories that life should be full of, the moments that define you & that I will live my life by and take to my grave. 

Handing in our intention to leave, selling all of our stuff & beginning 8 months of full time house sitting was one of the most de-stabilising, scary, exciting and liberating things we have ever done. The adventure begins! 

- Alli







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