burning matches, lifting latches
Well, I am married now. It's beautiful.
Sometimes it feels like the giddy-in-love feeling like when we started going out, and sometimes we have fights - big ones about things we can't even remember the next day. Every evening it gets to be 10 o'clock, and I don't have to drive home cause I am already home. And there is no car in the car space anyway. We don't have one. We catch a lot of trains and buses and rail buses. On Friday I was on the train for nearly two hours to visit Grandma and Grandad in Richmond. We walk a lot too - to the little supermarket on the main street of Hurlstone Park, to by cocoa and eggs, and to the butcher two shops down. I wish it would stop raining so we can ride our bikes. The rain means that we are drying our clothes inside, and there was serious backlog until today when Matt hung it all outside. Now I am surrounded by dry washing, in the living room. Matt is in the bedroom, snoring sometimes. He is sick this evening, so we stayed home from church. It took him awhile to get to sleep.
I hang out with my parents and they tell me things that they would have never told me before. We went to Fiji and we slept through a cyclone. I cooked prawns. We play board games and watch Pride and Prejudice. Last night, we finally got around to seeing Juno and it was very good. We had a mini Black Books marathon, and went to two birthday dinners. People send us mail and pop around to visit. Yeah, it's very good. I like being married.
Uni goes back soon! I'm doing maths again! And Greek-Australian Culture! And Byzantine history! And some weird thing run by the Digital Arts school called "Technocultures", which sounds like sociology in disguise.
Sometimes it feels like the giddy-in-love feeling like when we started going out, and sometimes we have fights - big ones about things we can't even remember the next day. Every evening it gets to be 10 o'clock, and I don't have to drive home cause I am already home. And there is no car in the car space anyway. We don't have one. We catch a lot of trains and buses and rail buses. On Friday I was on the train for nearly two hours to visit Grandma and Grandad in Richmond. We walk a lot too - to the little supermarket on the main street of Hurlstone Park, to by cocoa and eggs, and to the butcher two shops down. I wish it would stop raining so we can ride our bikes. The rain means that we are drying our clothes inside, and there was serious backlog until today when Matt hung it all outside. Now I am surrounded by dry washing, in the living room. Matt is in the bedroom, snoring sometimes. He is sick this evening, so we stayed home from church. It took him awhile to get to sleep.
I hang out with my parents and they tell me things that they would have never told me before. We went to Fiji and we slept through a cyclone. I cooked prawns. We play board games and watch Pride and Prejudice. Last night, we finally got around to seeing Juno and it was very good. We had a mini Black Books marathon, and went to two birthday dinners. People send us mail and pop around to visit. Yeah, it's very good. I like being married.
Uni goes back soon! I'm doing maths again! And Greek-Australian Culture! And Byzantine history! And some weird thing run by the Digital Arts school called "Technocultures", which sounds like sociology in disguise.