I’ve just had ten days away – starting with a wedding in Brisbane, flight to Melbourne to see Bee (oldest daughter), back to Brisbane for an eighteenth birthday party and then home.
I drove up to Brisbane for a lovely school friend’s wedding on Tambourine Mountain. The whole experience was beautiful: Bec looked beautiful, Carl looked beautiful, they were glowing. In the chapel, I sat beside my old school friend, Leigh. Leigh and I rode our bikes to school together in high school. I remember that we used to giggle a lot, although I have no idea what we were laughing at.
On Monday, I flew from Brisbane to Melbourne to spend a week with Bee. Bee was born in Melbourne and I haven’t been back since she was one year old. As I sat, bored and tired in the Brisbane airport, waiting for my 7am flight, images of Melbourne started to float to the surface of my consciousness: trams clacking, cold stone streets, little block houses, with no yards, running down each side of the street. I wondered if twenty years of ‘progress’ would have changed the surface of Melbourne. As the plane flew out of Brisbane airport, I saw the city at sunrise: tall, straight buildings and a tidy pattern of streets in squares and neat semicircles, with patches of green throughout. As we rose, the hazy, shiny city was encompassed by emerald mountain ranges stretching into the distance. Quickly, the city fell behind and suddenly, there was nothing, just green forested mountains and vast brown treeless plains marked with the sharp lines of boundary fences. It was impossible not to notice how the rocky mountainous terrain has survived the onslaught of modern agriculture, in all it’s greedy manifestations, due to it’s sheer inaccessibility.
The city of Melbourne was wonderful. It had the same stylish, heritage (slightly gloomy) feel, the same crisp morning air, trams were clacking, cold streets with stone curbs. The noticeable differences in the suburbs were newer, renovated houses, and nice cars. I stayed in Bee’s share house and spent time with her and her lovely interesting friends and flatmates. It’s so nice to know that she has a great support network in Melbourne. We rode the tram, walked through the city, visited art galleries and museums. We saw the Gandhi exhibition at the Immigration Museum where I very quietly shed a few tears of idolatry. We saw the Museum of Modern Art Exhibition which included very famous works of contemporary art from the last 130 years. Amongst the collection were a self portrait of Freida Karlo, Salvador Dali’s clocks (loved it), Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe etc.
Sadly I missed my return flight to Brisbane. I thought the flight was at 12.30 – it was 12.15. I arrived at the airport and took fifteen minutes to find the Tigerair departures area. They closed the flight two minutes before I got there. I had to take a flight a couple of hours later.
On Saturday night I went to Elian’s 18th birthday party (son of a dear school friend). It was lovely to see Naomi and her family and Kathryn (another school friend) and be part of that special occasion.
Sunday night I stayed with other friends in Brisbane and I arrived back home on Monday, exhausted. Today, I got up, cleaned the goat stable and the chook pen (neither were cleaned whilst I was away (tut tut…. Etienne), watered the parched plants (Etienne!!??!!), cuddled the chickens, put the horse out in a temporary paddock….. it’s lovely to be home, sigh!
All the best everyone xx