From Little Things
It’s just gone 8am on Sunday morning and I really should still be asleep but I had the misfortune of forgetting to turn my normal 6.30am alarm off and then the double affliction of being unable to find the ‘stop’ button instead of the just the ‘snooze’ and so after an hour of sleeping for 8 minute bursts I gave up and am now sitting nestled into the corner sofa at my mum’s new flat in Bronte.
One of those slightly ugly custard-coloured 60s walk-up jobs, it is a hidden gem – north facing and three floors up on a steep valley (who knew Bronte had valleys?!). It feels as though you are cuddled in the tree tops (the actual canopy outside each window rather cementing that impression). At this time of day, the sun streams in through the large metal casements, filling the all-white book-and-painting-filled interior with a golden glow.
There’s no way of saying this without it sounding at least partly ‘eastern suburbs’… but the air is so much cleaner here than in Redfern. Alternatively chilled or warmed by the ocean you can hear breaking not a mile away, it is consistently crisp and fresh, unbeleaguered at this point by the diesel fumes that will gradually way it down on its westward drift.
It is, in essence, a particularly nice place to be. Which is a little surprising if you consider that my mum both viewed and purchased it on the same day and then decided she didn’t think she liked it after all, the next. Goes to show, with houses, like multiple-choice questions; your first instinct is the one to take to the bank (disclaimer: this does not constitute any sort of financial advice).
Speaking of multiple-choice, I’ve been fielding a fair few of late as people increasingly greet me, make eye contact with my stomach and then ask how we are both doing (let’s clarify, I might be growing a future burden to the planetary ecosystem but until it can exist independently it is simply part of the burden I present to the planet). Will I (a) move cities, (b) move houses, (c) get married or (d) drop out of school on the arrival of my parasitic creature?
Aside from being really quite personal questions (somehow that boundary seems to have dissipated? Not sure how, very glad that I am still apparently sufficiently me to dissuade uninvited touching) they are, mostly, quite up in air.
I will probably not move cities (though you know, tempted as is fairly usual during the depths of winter that Canberra presents) or houses (at least initially, probably at some point two rooms will become insufficient for three people).
I probably will get married at some point if only to celebrate my renewed ability to consume alcohol (and of course my commitment to another human). I will definitely not be dropping out of school, though I imagine I will have to take next year in a slightly more gentle way than my current regime of doing two (overlapping) intensives during break followed by a full course load of four subjects.
This morning I’m rewarding myself for sitting 7 hours in the bitter cold at yesterday’s market stall (at the lovely Marrickville providore Feather & Bone) with a trip to see my friend Warwick’s shop, Lonely Kids Club, which he is opening up just for me! I asked him if he could make me maternity leggings but possibly my blithe insistence on the term ‘fattening pants’ was confusing or possibly he really does make magic pants as he is quite convinced that I will fit into his existing legwear. We will see. And in the meantime I will doubt (but also hope to be wrong because his leggings are all kinds of fun and I miss my nylon collection with the same intensity that I miss beer).
In more of the same masquerading as other news, I have my 21 week scan tomorrow (it’s meant to be 20 weeks but Canberra Hospital is the height of disorganisation which gives one warm fuzzy feelings for the relationship ahead) so will get to see if the alien within looks less like an eraser and more like a person. Possibly if it does I’ll be even more weirded out by this whole experience, after all people swallow erasers by accident.
-- addendum --
Can confirm that Warwick (https://lonelykidsclub.com/) does make magic pants that do fit of my growing middle region. Will be doing quality control in the coming months to see how far they can stretch!