escalate.

I appreciate the phrase, “don’t shit where you eat”, more nowadays. Additionally, leftovers, thermos flasks, lunch boxes, dry grassy green gardens, summer dresses and shorts are well treasured too. I now also know why we were once such great friends and why now I buy more chocolate chip cookies. However, I do not understand why I never really listen to my own advice I so readily dish out and why though our fridge is packed with food, I never can find something to munch on. Moreover, I don’t know why I consistently wake up at such an unearthly hour and still am late for lectures.

It’s week five this week and I have my mid-sems, assignments, essays and a cold I do not want to catch. I think the season is at it’s little transition period and it fools with you because it gets ridiculously hot in the day and pours the days after. And so I’m on a mission to wear ALL my summer clothes before we officially get to winter. Truth be told, that actually isn’t really hard, because all I have left to wear is my long white dress I picked up at Paddington Markets. I had to alter the straps myself because it was a bit too big for me, which makes me want to wear it all the more.

How ironic, it’s been pretty cold and rainy ALL morning.

sheepers

I will be back properly. I want to post what little pictures I have of the summer and write little ditties for each one of them and I will. Unfortunately, right now, that isn’t an option. All the same, I’m sort of back from summer and full of promised anecdotes.

One of the things I prayed about when I first got back to Sydney was that I wanted to be somebody filled with grace. I guess that really is an odd thing to want to embody because for me grace is akin to being spineless. I don’t really remember specifically why I wanted to be full of grace, but that was what I prayed for.

But I also told myself, “I ain’t gonna be walked all over.“

Little did I know, God had something stewing.

Summer school was both awful and fun. Lessons were many and assignments and tests overflowed my little red leather diary.

I also became a boarder at Aunty and Uncle’s place. I wasn’t very sure how that would turn out, but I don’t think I had any other option.

At Aunty and Uncle’s place, I usually wake up too late to have breakfast with them, so I have it by myself with the sound of Aunty already preparing lunch humming in the background. Then I’m off to uni till late but not after sundown. Dinner is always ready, waiting and a decadent spread of some kind of stew, fried veggies and perfectly prepared rice. Followed by Uncle’s freshly bought stone fruit. Surprisingly, Aunty and Uncle sleep pretty late, sometimes almost they sleep at same time as I do. Aunty would either read or watch telly with Uncle who is usually lying on the beanbag soaking it in. I normally monopolise the computer and watch heaps and heaps of big bang theory and a very embarrassing ‘reality’ show that shall not be named.

Throughout my one month stay, I was reminded each day of how though some people may let you down and disappoint you, some people lift you up and show you the other side of things. Many a time I sit back, moan and groan about how horrible everything was, how unfair and undeserved it was. Though that much is true, I realise now that it is because of the unfavourable events that I learnt how good God really is and how good his people are. The immense love that showered me was so great. I was never short of a listening ear, a helping hand, solid advice or a prayer. Moreover, I have a bigger, better and prettier apartment to call home. Maybe it takes a push and a shove before I realise how truly blessed I am and how brilliant my Aba father is.

I think the next step from here is to remember this summer, to negate the wonderful acts and magnify the horribles would be a unacceptable. I think I have done that quite a bit I am ashamed to say, but I will learn and will remember.

Alas, the summer is gone. Let’s hope summer school wasn’t the only source of my education.

and that’s the way i like it.

I’m in Sydney doing summer school. i now live in a little apartment (that isn’t connected to the outside world) with paper cut-out birds on the wall to keep me company. i wake up early every morning and walk to the newsagent to get my smh, then i walk to uni to use the Internet for 20mins (because that is the maximum time allowed). i walk home after that and read, watch my morning shows, drink cups of tea and do some work. sometimes when i get restless i bake or go to the gym. i constantly look forward to the weekend because there is always something exciting going on.

so forgive my absence. why not be like me and cleanse yourself of the system and find yourself thoroughly attached to your local newspaper. all the same, i promise to be back with pretty little pictures and anecdotes of my summer.

 

xx

good morning essentials

a good morning recipe

• two warm blankets
• a heater
• a good cup of tea
• a strong ray of sunshine

the mexican slipper.

three days to jump, skip and fly. three days to sleep, eat and exercise. three days to shop, clean and rest.

okay let’s go!