Yarra Yerring Strange things happen when you move back 'home' after a long jaunt overseas. Things that took on monumental importance while away suddenly seem insignificant. Like the AFL grand final, for instance. In 2009 I convinced some poor unsuspecting Americans to join me in an Irish pub full of Aussie expats to watch St Kilda take on Geelong. The 2010 draw between St Kilda and Collingwood found me in a dark, dank Hostel basement pretending it wasn't two degrees and five in the morning but a sunny, spring afternoon in beautiful, football-mad Melbourne. Admittedly last year I can't remember what I was doing but I had a two month old baby and in all seriousness it probably wouldn't have mattered which country I was in, the game would have been a crazy blur in which I pretended that I knew that a) I was awake and b) what I was watching. 

Anyway, given all this, you'd think that this year I might have organised a BBQ or gone to a pub to watch the game on the big screen. That I would have been genuinely excited to be back in Melbourne on 'the last weekend in September'. Turns out, not so much. In fact, surprisingly I felt quite ambivalent about the whole thing and, with Emilia being too little and Matthias not having lived in Melbourne long enough to be indoctrinated into the game, we went wine tasting instead.
  Wine Tasting Yarra Valley View


Afternoon Tea

I'm all out of words tonight but I wanted to post again to keep the rhythm going.  E and I had afternoon tea with Mira and her Mum today.  Good company and deliciously strong lattes were the perfect antidote to a wet, cold afternoon.

And yes, she's just as cute in person.


Breakfast at the new Pad

Well, it took me a little longer to get back here than I thought. It's been a tough few months but slowly it feels like everything is settling down again.  The winter bugs that have been plaguing us all (and most especially E) seem to have disappeared with the advent of spring. We have a new home and for the first time in quite some while it actually feels like home.  It's 80% tiny workers cottage, 10% urban pad and 10% chaotic toddler warzone. There's still a bit of jostling about and the moving of 'stuff' before we are properly settled but it already feels right. There's a coffee shop around the corner, the market is a 10 minute walk, work a short bike ride. We've talked about selling the car... It's possible, perhaps, maybe that this might be the last move. For a little while anyway.