Among the many things that found its way through my thought processes when I found out we were moving to Brisbane was ‘what about our garden’.
I have never been much of a green thumb. I was lucky to water the grass. There was always something a bit OCD about me that I got easily annoyed at out of shape hedges, plants growing willy-nilly and leaves falling where they shouldn’t. It was easier to not get involved.
That is, until I discovered the world of succulents. I had them in my hair as I walked down the aisle not yet two years ago and also as decorations on the tables. Some of those succulents made it home with the guests and a few remained and were taken care of in our garden.
As our succulents grew, so did our love of them. They had babies, and we re-potted them and watched the next generation grow. Then we bought a couple more in different colours and varieties. Just a few here and there. And a few more. And they just grew and grew too. And so did our collection. You might say addiction, but the next thing you knew, we were regular little green thumbs spending weekends tending to our garden and creating a haven to relax in and enjoy.
Just when we had it looking the way we wanted we found out we were going to be moving. To Brisbane. Over 600 kilometres away. We were moving from country to inner-city.
When it came to looking for a place to live in Brisbane we looked at quite a few inner city apartments. Oooh, they were so tiny. For someone used to spreading out it was a bit of a culture shock to see what my new living conditions would be like. No gardens either, just a balcony space in most of them, so I had pretty much resigned myself to having to leave behind most of our new additions. Then we found a place that had all the inner-city elements we needed, with the bonus of a small garden space. I was bloomin excited, let me tell you.
So yes, our succulents came with us and have thrived in the Brisbane conditions. And we have thrived in the Brisbane conditions of so many nurseries. Because of course what did we do from the moment we arrived in Brisbane? We checked out all the local sights…. well, sights of a few nurseries anyway.
From little things big things grow. Our garden is a classic example.
With a New Year comes the opportunity for new beginnings. That’s why we all make resolutions, after all. To be better. To do things different. To live a more (insert inspiring word here) life.
So when we fail that challenge (to be honest, you were really never going to give up all forms of chocolate were you darling?) should we feel bad about ourselves?
Maybe there is too much pressure of the whole New Year’s resolution thing.
For the past five or so years I have made only one resolution I have stuck to. That is because it is a resolution I would always want to have. It is to read a certain number of books in the year. Thanks to Goodreads I can easily set the challenge and keep track of where I am at. And yes, sometimes I’ve had a huge number to read in December but I have always got there.
While I have been pretty vocal about that resolution (my one for 2017 is already pasted on my Facebook wall to prove it), there are plenty more that have filtered through my brain that I dared not say out loud in case someone held me to them, or reminded me every time a vanilla slice headed towards my lips.
Those horrible resolutions like getting fit, losing weight, de-cluttering the house and living a low impact life. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think those ambitions are horrible at all. In fact, if you have achieved those things all hail to you. I mean to say I believe they are horrible choices for a New Year’s resolution. Why? Because any major life choice made on a tipsy whim just before the stroke of midnight is bound to be a struggle.
These are the sorts to things that take planning, deep thought and perseverance. They take talking to the family and friends to let them know your plans and that you need their co-operation. They also need your own acceptance and will power.
So don’t take on those challenges on a New Year whim. Do it on a new you whim, and that can start any time. If you have tried and already failed, then forget they were ever a resolution meant to start on January 1. Think of it as a lifestyle choice and you haven’t failed. You can just try again tomorrow.
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery
On our first weekend in Brisbane we came across a market not far from home. Northey Street City Farm organic farmers market, held every Sunday morning, has a great variety of fruit and veg but also lots of spices and fresh nuts etc.
I was surprised to see the number of dogs there. And not just any old dog. There were so many ‘it’ dogs; you know, the current social media stars such as french bulldogs and pugs. They were almost as common as the canvas carry bags people were using to carry their organic purchases.
As we were walking out I overheard a conversation between two blokes joking about how they needed to hire a cute dog to take to the markets to be able to pick up women. They were joking, but it could very well be true.
It wasn’t just at this market either. As we continued to explore Brisbane we found more dogs in more locations. Nurseries, parks, more markets.
Here we were, exploring Brisbane to buy items to fit into our new home, and instead I am thinking we should have been looking to buy an item to fit into Brisbane life… woof woof
Not only have I arrived in Brisbane, today marks two weeks since I watched the removalists load the truck then I headed off down the Bruce Highway to this new life.
And what a two weeks it has been.
In the beginning it felt like a simple holiday.
After all, I was living out of a suitcase and sleeping on a blow up mattress. But over the last 14 days things have happened, furniture has arrived, and our new house is shaping up to be a home.
I have had an interesting introduction to city living, I must say.
My first 24 hours included seeing Coldplay perform at Suncorp Stadium. What a welcome to town that was. Not only was it an outstanding concert, I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to get there, and even better, to get home. Public transport in Brisbane, you were fabulous.
My husband got the job he wanted! Yay. I was so happy for him, as it was an important step up in his career. It meant big things for our family too, as it was a relocation from the town I have lived in for over 30 years, Rockhampton, the beef capital of Australia, to Brisbane, the capital of Queensland. Yes that too is very exciting. So I quit my job as a senior journalist from the local paper and I’m now looking to see what the big smoke will have in store for me. In the meantime the unexciting stuff. Packing the house. Getting rid of most of our belongings as they don’t fit in our new apartment. And now waiting for the move. This is my journey as I start to explore what Brisbane has to offer to a 40 something who doesn’t drink much, doesn’t party much and has a teenage family. Let the fun begin. Once I unpack the house.