I wonder how it comes to be September. And yet this month I feel I have lived every minute of the month, and it must surely be the end, not the middle.
I've thought long and hard through this month. Deep intense introspective thoughts. Over thoughts. Over thinking. About the past. The present. The future. About what I hold to be true. What I would like to be true. About where I have been. And about where I want to go. I have few answers. Except that occasionally it is good to close some doors. And be prepared to open up and allow other doors to open in their place. As the vague moments of spring warmth breathe scents of jasmine and marchelia through the air, slowly, doors are beginning to open. And I'd like to share some of those, if you will permit, the slight basking in those moments when things do fall into place, and perhaps do so for a reason.
Our lives will change inextricably next year now that we have found out Pia has a place in pre-school. Unlike other states, and other countries, there are few spaces available at Government run pre-schools in NSW. It is not a right for Pia to go to pre-school. We are not in the catchment for any pre-school, and places at our local pre-school are very limited, and even more so for out of area applicants. So for us to have gained a place is beyond anything I can convey here. It means for us as a family: a child who is school ready to be able to be in an environment which is appropriate for her needs and which will give her the stimulation and structure she fails to get being with me full time. I'm sure we will see a very different child within a few weeks of her starting. I am really excited for her. She's really excited - when I told her she rushed to the fridge to start making her lunch. She starts in February. Lunch is provided. Bless. At 5 days a week 9-3, it's a fairly rigorous programme, but she is so very ready for it. For me it means I can start to plan the next phase of my life, and how I would like to re-enter the workforce, in what capacity, and in what role. I think that alone deserves it's own blog post, because it's been on my mind every single day since I left work nearly 3 years ago. The financial benefits of this will be huge for us. Well. Maybe not huge. But they will make a difference.
And this week I opened our house up to the possibility of being used as a photoshoot location for photo and commercial use. A nice development from the article in The Sydney Magazine. After all the work and effort we've put into the house [on a virtually zero budget], it would be nice to see something gained from it beyond our pleasure at living within it. So it was photographed. And that meant cleaning and clearing and styling and making it presentable. And it's looking wonderful in here at the moment. I wonder how long it will last....as I watch boxes of clutter re-enter the house....
I have always said I would come back and show images of our house and the areas we have worked on. I hope some of the following images convey something about what we have done, and how it looks. There is of course still work to be done: a large image is being mounted ready for the large black wall. A light needs to be hung. Painting needs to be done. The garden needs landscaping. It goes on...
So there is our house. And our life at the moment. Our week.
And a moment in our day.