|Indeed it is!|
Before musing on the flow of life...I want to thank you all for the creative and clever names you suggested for our 'perch' in Hong Kong. We loved them all! They continue to come in and as soon as I am back in Hong Kong I am going to sit and contemplate each and every one!
|Hong Kong to Sydney|
Going with the flow...I am in Sydney having left Hong Kong three weeks ago and I will be here, off and on, for a while. The thing about expat life is it never seems to rest, just when you think you are heading in one direction, you turn around and you off in another...and then another, in reverse.
|Tahilla Farm to Hong Kong|
How will I swing living between three countries..three continents? Good question. It takes careful planning...and hope and a prayer. In the end you just do it...and try and keep yourself entertained. An easy thing to do in Sydney when you are hanging out with a gaggle of kookaburras..and a lizard.
I am currently staying in a home (Rental #2)
with seven hungry kookaburras and a lizard
who is trying to get the camouflage routine down.
The owner of the property left me a note to ask
if I would mind feeding a few kookaburras who like to visit.
A fresh supply of mince was in the fridge.
Little did I know...what I would be in for.
How much mince do you feed a kookaburra?
I had no idea...but clearly,
they knew they were onto a good thing.
Word got around..and friends flew in.
|Living in Dickens world...|
"Please, Madame, I want some more"
|I spy with my little eye...|
Kookaburras and lizard aside, it has been a challenging few weeks sorting through furnished rental properties in Sydney. Moving into our home (Windswept) seemed like a natural move but it is leased as well. The rental market is tight...and competitive, especially when you are picky...like me.
|Thinking like Jimmy Stewart in 'Rear Window'|
Before the kookaburras,
my view (from Rental #1)
was along the lines of the Hitchcock movie
Each night I peered out the window
to our neighbours across the way
and thought of Jimmy Stewart
and Grace Kelly.
All sorts of thoughts come to mind
in the dead of night.
|Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly, Rear Window|
On the move...againWeek three is upon me and I will be moving into my third rental property tomorrow. I have been taking them one and two weeks at a time, discovering new areas of Sydney as I go. It has been a tremendous learning curve... one that I am happy to share with those on the hunt as well. I will give you a few ideas on where to start in a future blog post. If you have any questions, my email address is noted below.
It has been relatively easy for me, slotting in where I left off in 2005. Family and friends are close by, the local spots are still there..if anything it is a bit surreal stepping back into a life that I left so many years ago. Since then we have lived in New Zealand, England, Vietnam and now...here and Hong Kong. I have come full circle to a place where I first started painting which ultimately led me to 'Collage of Life'. Maybe this is a sign...if it is, it will certainly help with my next project.
The next creative project is the renovation of our Carriage House/Barn at Tahilla Farm. The drawings are underway and Mr. and Mrs. H are in deep discussion...or we were until life kicked up it's heels. I have plenty to keep me challenged and top of mind is the best use of space for a studio.
Mr. H goes shopping..
I am also still trying to decorate our Hong Kong apartment from afar. Mr. H went shopping last weekend for a dining table and chairs ...and he took me along via WhatsApp. Pictures were flying back and forth. A month ago I would have said "no way" to sending him off on his own...but when push comes to shove you have to go with it. He was a trooper...shopping with Mrs. H a continent away is not easy.
I could go on and on but I won't because not only will I confuse you...I will surely put myself into a mental twist that could take me days to get out of.
I am off to pack up my 'apartment kit' for the move tomorrow. I look forward to telling you all about that...it has a few essentials to help me keep my sanity. We can't have 'mother' losing her mind now can we??? ;)
On that note...
sending you a bit of frangipani love