The good life II
It's been an idyllic week. A quiet Christmas Day spent with my grandmother and parents (Steve was working and sisters were in Hamtown with their inlaws) then a raucous Boxing Day with sisters and boys all present.
I honestly feel like I have a whole new life since the deposit came through. One of us has to go to the house each day to collect the mail, and I feel oppressed before I even get to our street. The closer I get the worse I feel. But I quickly collect the mail, check the front door, then turn around and drive away with the windows down and my music loud, and it feels AMAZING. It feels like heaven. We live in this big quiet house, the only sounds at the moment are the fridge humming and the cicadas. Practically every window I look out of I can see the sea, and Dad rewired Spare Oom, which is now our sitting-room, so we can get Sky. I have spent the last four days sitting on the floor with the windows open, old movies on in the background, making dresses. I have made a red spotty one, a navy silky one and a white broderie anglaise, which I'm wearing. I'm about to begin on a startlingly green one, which my family thinks is a mistake. But it was only $15 for the fabric. If I waste four hours, who cares? Life is GREAT.
I honestly feel like I have a whole new life since the deposit came through. One of us has to go to the house each day to collect the mail, and I feel oppressed before I even get to our street. The closer I get the worse I feel. But I quickly collect the mail, check the front door, then turn around and drive away with the windows down and my music loud, and it feels AMAZING. It feels like heaven. We live in this big quiet house, the only sounds at the moment are the fridge humming and the cicadas. Practically every window I look out of I can see the sea, and Dad rewired Spare Oom, which is now our sitting-room, so we can get Sky. I have spent the last four days sitting on the floor with the windows open, old movies on in the background, making dresses. I have made a red spotty one, a navy silky one and a white broderie anglaise, which I'm wearing. I'm about to begin on a startlingly green one, which my family thinks is a mistake. But it was only $15 for the fabric. If I waste four hours, who cares? Life is GREAT.