Trying to find home..
It took me until just a couple of days ago to realise that my last post was on the 12/12/12, our anniversary date. Ken and I had both forgotten, as seems to be the trend these days, because we've been so busy. The minute I got back from Colombo, Ken flew to Perth and we spent spent all the time in-between trying to make sure that the baby rabbit was settled in at my parent's house.
With Ken flying back to Perth after Christmas and me being out of the country at the beginning of next year, it feels like we will never get a moment of peace together in our little nest again. Ken tells me not to worry because we will always find a way to make it work, but I am always going to worry about us and our rabbit. We have looked at the possibility of me flying to Perth with him, since I have the luxury of "working from home," but dream houses don't come cheap and every dollar we don't spend on an plane ticket brings us closer to that house.
Urgh, it's all so depressing.
Have some photos of Inka instead.
I stayed with my parents the week Ken was away, just because living in a five bedroom mansion by yourself is creepy and suicidal. Inka came along with me and acquainted herself with the chickens and the rest of my family (who claim to hate her, but then I find carrots and other treats people have sneaked into her cage). She spent the week watching Gossip Girl, stealing my bed, eating all my shoes and watching the pigeons from my window sill. At least someone had a good week.
With Ken flying back to Perth after Christmas and me being out of the country at the beginning of next year, it feels like we will never get a moment of peace together in our little nest again. Ken tells me not to worry because we will always find a way to make it work, but I am always going to worry about us and our rabbit. We have looked at the possibility of me flying to Perth with him, since I have the luxury of "working from home," but dream houses don't come cheap and every dollar we don't spend on an plane ticket brings us closer to that house.
Urgh, it's all so depressing.
Have some photos of Inka instead.
I stayed with my parents the week Ken was away, just because living in a five bedroom mansion by yourself is creepy and suicidal. Inka came along with me and acquainted herself with the chickens and the rest of my family (who claim to hate her, but then I find carrots and other treats people have sneaked into her cage). She spent the week watching Gossip Girl, stealing my bed, eating all my shoes and watching the pigeons from my window sill. At least someone had a good week.