bring on summer

this weekend was a really fantastic, tumultuous, complicated, relief of a weekend. i felt like i hadn't had a weekend in MONTHS. not a proper one.

i realise now that a lot of this is that the sun finally came out. properly. not in that wimpy, hey it's going to rain again soon and go back to being 15 degrees, way that it has occasionally throughout winter. it was actually warm for the first time in ... since what, May? i turned pink from sitting outside at lunchtime on sunday! i cannot underestimate just how much good some sunshine will do. (not the burny cancerous part, the vitamin d part.) i felt alive again. makes me want to move to the gold coast and sunbake through winter every year.

also, and in no particular order:

i found a wedding dress that makes my heart sing
i had breakfast and lunch (in the one day!) with a lady who is making me happy with a new kind of friendship
i had time to lie around with the fianc and not feel exhausted
i had a big, good, much needed cry. or two.
i did things just for myself
i talked to my mum properly for the first time in months. (missed her a lot.)
i ate one of my favourite summer foods, and it was delish
i started to actually feel really 'me' about the wedding - like it's for us, not somebody else

and tonight i got home from work, and the sun was still shining, and it was warm, and i went for my favourite run with lady gaga pumping in my ears and the wind from the sea through my hair.

things are looking up!

moving day

today we spontaneously went to help a friend of fianc's who was moving house a couple of blocks. no big drama, we thought - we were only asked casually to join a team of helpers, we thought it'd be some lifting boxes and probably a couple of beers at the end.

we could not have been MORE WRONG.

some things that happened in the process:
- we destroyed the first wardrobe halfway down the stairs of the house we were moving it out of. we picked it up and it dramatically fell apart. (bought less than 6 months ago. ah, ikea.)
- we were transporting a huge couch on a trailer on the back of the car. we thought we had secured it fairly well. we hadn't. it fell off in the middle of church st (busy street!) and only narrowly avoided a taxi. we had to leave it by the side of the road for about half an hour while we did the rest of the transportation for that trip. (yes, it was still there when we got back.)
- we destroyed the second wardrobe picking it up off the trailer - we managed to get it down the (same as above) stairs and onto the trailer, but when we tried to get it off the trailer again? spontaneous combustion. (yes, it WAS the same make as the first wardrobe! NICE ONE, IKEA.)
- fianc got thoroughly dinged up in the leg from the first wardrobe falling on top of him as it fell apart. he has been in the wars lately, not good! poor leg.

by the time we had made a big pile of all the pieces of wardrobe for hard rubbish pick up, the whole thing seemed utterly insane. did i mention it was just the three of us for most of this time? nobody else was there to help! even the other housemates who were moving were noticeably absent. (about which i raised an extremely unimpressed eyebrow. multiple times.) i was glad we were there though, because if we hadn't spontaneously decided to turn up, i cannot imagine how friend of ours would've moved. it would have actually been physically impossible.

on the up side, like the gentleman he is, friend bought us both dinner and beers after at the local :D excellent. we watched the US Open women's final and drank our beers and chatted about miscellany.

i was really glad we'd gone. despite the wardrobes. and the couch.