Noooo, not like a yellow brick road… Pfffft…..Hahaha. Ignore me, I’m feeling a little light headed this evening for the shear excitement of planning my next 11 months. Picturing the pieces of life I’d keep, those that seemed urgent but all of a sudden don’t seem important anymore. Imaging the laughter; the snorting kind, not the polite chuckle type.
Anyway… distracted. Here’s what I see. Hubby and I manage to be in the same place often. We are aligned and excited and crazy in love and pregnant. We kiss lots. Long sweet (and not so sweet) kisses.
Our home has finally become a home. It is personalised with all the things we’ve had in mind over the past two years and never quiet gotten to… the feature wall in the office, the purchase of that perfect couch, the installation of the fridge, the rocking of the stupid head garden beds. There are more picture walls and less expanse of boring grey… finally.
And we have cash, lots of cash. Our savings account is fat and ready for the baby as I am. And we enjoy lovely dinners, beautiful things and spontaneous splurges. For some reason money just shows up for us. Over and over and over again. Simple.
We finally have the trip to NZ booked, the bike and the support vehicle planned, the route mapped to within an inch of it’s life. And plenty of family and friends on hand to enjoy it all with. Most weekends are like mini breaks. We do fun, silly, things that take us to the all the places tourists love this area for but that we haven’t been to in ages. We eat honey at the ginger factory. You know, that kind of stuff.
I am happy, healthy and lightly tanned (the progressive outdoorsy type, not the burning, sun damage and skin cancer type). I am relaxed. Calm. Peaceful. I laugh a lot. With family and friends who are endlessly in our lives and enriching it. I am completely at home with myself. I am involved with my local community especially the GRMU which desperately needed a bomb under it in 2010.
Ahhh, that’s it. perfect. Can you picture it? Me standing there, sighing contentedly and slowly, gravely nodding my head at the wonder of it all. The wonder of having everything you want for yourself and your life come into being. I think I’d probably smile quietly to myself and give thanks. Wouldn’t you..?
That, the description up there, that’s my OZ. Did you get that?
Suger 
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