A week.

I’ve been in Sydney for a week now. Almost the entire time I have been offering my hosts a range of, I’m sure, infectious and highly contagious diseases. I’m a less than perfect houseguest it seems. No matter how hard I try (cooking lasagna AND a creamy chicken pie) I feel like a massive, sickie imposition. Team Danimezza assures me otherwise. You know, most of the time! Ha. 
I’ve had such a great time here. Shopping, hanging out, chatting and cruising around with Dani. She asked once, during the past week, do you think it’s strange? This. You staying here, us having met in person like twice before? Sure, I said, to normal people. But not me. It feels perfectly normal to come hang out.
Poor Steve (Mr Danimezza), I’m not overly sure he sees it the same way. But he’s been remarkably hospitable regardless. And makes the best coffee in town. Given my placement in his lounge room, firmly planted and snoring on the couch I know I’ve disrupted his morning regime. He hasn’t blinked once. Thanks Steve. You rule. 
I head home Monday night. Today I attempted to get my flight changed to Sunday. It turns out Ash’s funeral is Monday at 11am. My brother will be doing a eulogy. I want to be there. Badly. In fact I spent an hour or so today in the Rouse Hill shopping centre bawling. I could get a flight but with transfers and additional flight costs I couldn’t afford to do it. 
Damn you Virgin. I was bawling. On the phone. Couldn’t you have waived the transfer fee this once. For a repeat customer. Nah, probably not. That’s what I thought. So Dani is stuck with me. Here, sad, missing my family and wanting to hug my little brother tight. What he is about to do is hard. Really hard. As his big sis, I feel like I should be there. 
Totally letting the team down. 
Sigh. Ignore me. I’m just a total downer at the moment. I did however Make a kick ass chicken pie for dinner so that’s a win. And I have wine, a face mask, hair dye and nail polish. All is right in the world. I love it here. It’s so much fun. Loving being here. You know, except I’m not there. 

6 responses to “A week.”

  1. oh sweetie :(there's no way you would have known these things would happen when you booked your flights. not that it helps, but the universe is a bitch like that sometimes*hug*

  2. Oh darlin', so sad for you.But you still haven't put me off a weekend sleeppover for you and Kel…

  3. Hugs Hun. I don't know what time you're flying home Monday. But I have previously gone to the airport early to check bags in (like hours in advance) and then asked then about flying earlier and managed to transfer flights to get home sooner and not cost me extra. Might be worth a shot to try in person, if you're really desperate. Oh I've done this with Virgin. Best of luck, if you decide to give it a go, and an extra big hug coming your way. X

  4. Hugs and comfort! I bet he knows you wish you were there, and that's what countsKarlene

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