let’s play catch up

i may not have blogged but the last 6 months have been busy! here’s a little snapshot...

travel

for christmas, piero, emily and i drove up to brisbane to spend it with our families. my brother and his family also headed to brisbane so the highlight was, as it seems to always be at family events these days, seeing my adorable ever-growing, nephew jack.

on the way back to sydney, we stayed at the gold coast and caught up with old friends jayde and peter and his wife thimitra – it felt like schoolies all over again (just no wheez this time!). 

paul visited from the uk and we headed to melbourne  to visit jayde, simon, pauline and kelly and check out the australian open. we returned to our fav madame sousou, lushed it up at the hellenic repulbic and gave birth to the famous-five-like-but-even-more-daring bfff-club.

a little bit of kareoke with paul, piero, kelly and jayde

rod laver arena

piero had always wanted to go to tassie so in feb we headed to the apple isle for a fantastic holiday. tasmania is gorgeous and has some of the best food and wine in australia. we flew in hobart,  checked out the salamanca markets and mona (eat your heart out europe, this is the most amazing gallery ever); drove to port arthur (the sheer beauty of this place slaps up against his horrific past); stayed overnight at freycinet national park (wineglass bay was well worth the hike!); guzzled it up in the wine region tamar valley (i think it was here i finally convinced piero that chardonnay was the new sauvignon blanc); and then ended it in launceston where we stayed in a converted hospital, visited cataract gorge and dreamed of mishail at black cowbistro. 

on route to mona

a bit of wineglass bay action

hanging with a naughty nun at the launceston wine festival

for easter, we joined good friends cynth & gez in the mclaren vale – a wine region outside of adelaide. my god, it was fabulous fun. we basically ate like pigs and drunk like drunks. highlights were the lloyds (the food was amazing) samuel’s gorge where we stumbled across a wine-season-launch and lunch at tapestry winery overlooking their vineyards.

we stayed at port nourlunga and this is what we woke up to every morning

is it ever 10am yet?

they were shooting some models outside samuel's gorge 

a fitting wine tour company

and most recently, we spent a night at the stunning blue mountains and checked out the three sisters, took the slightly-scary-totally-amazing-world’s-steepest funicular railway up the cliff and swung past the janolin caves. i hadn’t been to the blue mountains since i was a kid so it was a bit of a walk down memory lane.

visitors

we have a new place and have been dead keen to show it off to our friends. fortunately, we haven’t been short on people taking up the offer!

paul from the uk arrived first, he stayed with us twice on his oz trip – firstly at the roundabout and then at the new abode. paul was a fantastic guest who allowed me to show off our new city: bondi beach, darlinghurst and messina gelato.

jason, piero and paul at messina gelato

my brissie friend michael - our most frequent quest - swung by sydney for australia day. what should have been a few quiet drinks at the green park before coming home turned into one our most memorable nights. 

michael hiding behind from piero from this dude who kept following him at the bar

luciano arrived shortly after for a fantastic couple of weeks timed with the mardi gras. we threw a mardi gras party on our balcony, watched the parade, partied at the sweat-pit-of-an-after-party which featured kylie, and then recovered on bondi beach... bliss! luc stay ended with a booze-up-cum-dance-sesh in the rain at the beresford hotel – it truly was like old times in london.

the hen on a journey. first night at the st.george open air cinema 

balcony party with luc working in hard in the background over the bbq

a classy end to the post-parade party: one luc, two drag queens and three wheelie bins

taken outside our flat just after we'd scoffed our gelati

while luc was in town, steve came down from brissie with his fiancé vicky! it was great spending time with steve again – we met in grade 1- and getting to know his g/f. i’m already looking forward to their wedding up north!

luc, piero, cynth, vicky and steve at bondi italian

my brother, loan and jack then turned up next and stayed with us for a few days. it’s so good having my brother and his family stay with us as they l-o-v-e sydney and their passion is infectious. we headed to rushcutters bay yacht club for lunch, wandered around the streets and enjoyed a messina gelato (or two).

andy, jack and me on the balcony while piero cooks

preparing dinner in our kitchen 

jack playing with his present in his favourite corner

after my bro’s family, i then flew mum down for mother’s day. mum was born in sydney, lived here for a bit as a child and then again after marrying dad so we tracked down the hospital where she was born (now a hotel), drove to the house she rented with dad and then tracked down her childhood home using the few memories she had as a clue. it was a fantastic journey that delved into her past. we also headed to manly for mother’s day lunch, completed a barista training course, discovered a chinese tea house, lunched it up at seafood markets and, of course, i introduced mum to the delights of messina.

after our barista training 

at the victoria dining rooms

at the chinese tea house

although they didn’t stay with us, michelle, ben and ted joined me for afternoon tea on our balcony when they were in sydney. mish and i studied together and uni so it was great catching up with all the brissie goss!

wood. trees. clarity.

the thing with blogging is that when you haven’t blogged in while (say 6 months or so...), it becomes a ‘thing’ on your ‘to do’ list. not a ‘must catch up with so-and-so’ thing but more like a ‘must wash the windows’ thing. suddenly, it’s a chore.

so it’s been six months, where to begin? i guess, the only thing i can say is that it’s been a challenging few months. there have been some wonderful moments (friends visiting, furnishing the new flat, a promotion at work) but there’s also been some trying work moments which i have let consume me, my consciousness and my mood. my monkey mind was so busy i couldn’t see the wood from the trees – i never understood that saying until i lived it. but that was then, and this is now.

clarity. it has been restored. i’ve come out of the last few months as a more focused  person and have entered an exploration stage of my life: questioning my career, my life direction and my goals. fortunately, i’ve had wonderful friends and family and an unbelievably understanding partner. so thanks to everyone for your wisdom and support and my apologies for being a bit of a crap friend, son, brother and partner over the last few months.

life is too short to not notice the beauty i see every morning i walk to work -

Hyde Park fountain

heart v brain

when i moved to london, i loved the city instantly. i loved the history, the people, the buildings, the boroughs and most of all the sense of adventure that my life suddenly had. don’t get me wrong,  there were tough moments – indeed some of the lowest moments of my life – but i knew that london was where i needed to be.

my experience of moving to sydney, has not quite been the same. i love being closer to my family, the warmer weather, our circle of friends, the beauty of the harbour and beaches, and my lifestyle; but i don’t love the city in the way i love london.

i was pondering this the other day and the answer came to me: i’m still in transition. i left london because i needed a different lifestyle. my brain tells me that i needed to be healthier and save more, but my heart still wants the fun.

when i think about it, i’m really happy with my choice: work is going well, we’ve bought a house!!!!, i’m saving heaps more, i’m eating better food, i’m spending more time with my family, and i’m exercising a lot more . but beneath that happiness a candle still burns – and i think it always will – for the city that made me who i am.  

two thousand and zen

meditation changed my life. not in a dramatic i-was-blind-but-now-i-can-see kinda way, but in a subtle, baby-steps my-life-is-better-over-time way.

i discovered meditation several years at a time when i needed to heal my body and mind. i read a couple of books about it, went to an introduction to buddhist meditation course and started getting up earlier to sit in the morning sun and meditate every day before work.

at first, it was bloody hard. the mind races – constantly races – and trying to find those few seconds of peace was difficult. over time, i improved and felt more balanced, more connected, more at peace. my body healed (admittedly, meditation was just one of the healing factors), i let go of unimportant issues and life just felt that little bit better.

but then life changed and i fell out of the habit. it became one of those things i always wanted to do but didn’t find the time for. and suddenly, five years later i’m sitting here, typing, wondering how i could let so many other things get in the way of something so important.

so my resolution for 2012 is to meditate daily. no exceptions. first thing in the morning, on the train to work, in the park during lunch... i will find time every day to close my eyes and quiet the mind.

Taken at Cockatoo Island, Sydney Harbour

y.u.p

when piero and i were discussing our life-to-be-in-sydney , we came up with a phrase: young, urban, professional. that was who we wanted to be. we would use these three words to dictate purchasing decisions and to make lifestyle choices.

12-months-ago, when we were looking for a flat to rent, a friend was helping us. we told him about our mantra and he gave us ‘that’ look. in fairness, i understand how people might be reading this and are also mentally giving us a similar look, but 12-months on, our mantra has worked.

i’ve seen enough friends move back to australia to know what i wanted. 

i want to be successful, i want to be part of the beating heart of the city and i want a life that an older version of me will look back on and think ‘that was a life well-lived’.

part of our grand sydney plan was to buy a flat. in the end, it came down to two real possibilities. the sensible one and the one  young-urban-professional one. we stayed true to our mantra and are now the proud owners of our very own darlinghurst flat-of-dreams (down under)*.

now all we’ve got to do is furnish it in y.u.p style! piero... are you getting a bonus this year???

*flat-of-dreams (down under) is a trade mark of the fod franchise.

no more drama... just some fun memories

a group of us took the eurostar to paris one saturday night. we thought it was one of those fabulous-because-we-were-young-and-in-london moments. we wandered the streets of pigalle looking for a club and stumbled across les folies pigalle: a former theatre now decorated like a 30s bordello. it wasn’t the paris that i was expecting, but the best travel is rarely expected.

the place was heaving with 20-to-30-something frenchies, tourists, repressed people who go outrageous on the weekend and a huge number of drag queens and transvestites. there was an upstairs area that overlooked the dance floor which was pumping out your typical dancey-rnb-pop-funky-house mix.

and there were the most bizarre stage shows. a young woman came out and stripped to her underwear and a man did the same. an older woman – probably the age i am now as i write this – came out and stripped all the way and i remember thinking that she must have gone all the way to make up for the fact that she was the older, less pretty one.

and then the main show started. half-way through, cynthia leaned over to me and said ‘it reminds me of aerobics oz style’. a large drag queen dressed in lycra whirled around the stage as mary j bilge belted out no more drama from the speakers. the drag queen and her boyfriend then had an o-t-t argument complete with american-reality-tv-style hand movements before a policeman came and arrested him. for some reason, a nun was then on the stage holding a crucifix which the drag queen grabbed and held above her head as she closed her eyes and mouthed no more drama.

the night ended with us in a random cafe trying to stay awake as we waited for the morning return train to london.

sorry for the ramble. i felt the need to share this as the lycra-crucifix-drag-queen imagery is once again dancing around my head as mary j blige’s no more drama is playing in the background.

colour me purple

this morning was another pound-the-streets-in-search-of-the-dream-flat-morning. we saw five; two are potentials. as always, we broke it up with coffees here, green tea there and even a spot of lunch. but it wasn’t the flats that got my attention today, it was the jacaranda trees.   

as this city edges through spring, the jacarandas are bloomin’.

there’s something spectacular about one of these trees in flower. their loud-in-your-face-purple yet delicate flowers spectacularly clash with the hard-sharp-gray urban landscape. even when you see them amongst other trees, they shine spectacularly making their green neighbours seem almost bland.   

i’m loving discovering sydney. it seems every season has something beautiful to offer. 

P and Riley St 

View from over Darlinghurst & Paddington from one of the flats we viewed