The Guilt Trip

Flight

About this time last week we were on our way home to Harbour City after a lovely long weekend visiting Mr Posy’s family down in the City by the Bay. Niece Posy read us the riot act back in January – she was very unhappy that we hadn’t been down to see her for a while, and demanded to know when we would next be visiting. Given our last visit was in August (time got away from me), her guilt trip was very effective, and that night I was looking up flights.

I started a countdown calendar of work days to our trip (because I am five), and I was tickled pink to hear that Niece and Nephew Posy were counting down the days on their own calendar (“THEIO AND THEIA POSY IN TOWN!”). Getting up at 4.30am to get to the airport for our early morning flight was hideous, but worth it once we got off that plane at the other end and I could give the kids a big hug.

Melb

Niece and Nephew Posy are getting so grown –  I relished every minute of colouring-in, playing superheroes, making tutus, reading storybooks, singing at the top of our lungs, searching for fairies, and taking selfies. And bowling! We took the kids bowling for the first time and they loved it.

Saying “see you next time” still felt like a knife going through my heart, but there were no tears on leaving this time round (theirs/mine). We’re hoping they might be able to get up here in May for a long weekend, and Mr Posy and I are making a list of all the places we want to take them and all the things we want to do.

It’s funny how life works out sometimes, isn’t it? If somebody had told me when I first started this blog (after sidelining my previous blog), that the thing I’d miss most when Mr Posy and I moved to Sydney was having his family right across the road, I would have said they were out of their mind. Yet here we are – more than four years and one interstate move later, and I miss them dreadfully, and I wish they lived across the road. I don’t miss Mr Posy’s Ma’s cooking, but I do miss having his family so close. I miss our family BBQs, and I miss seeing the kids grow.

We’re at a bit of a stalemate though – they will never move to Sydney, and Melbourne will never be on the cards for us. We will just have to settle for video chat and frequent flyer points.

Sad for Sydney

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The post-holiday buzz never lasts long enough. We’ve been back in PosyTown for a little over a week now, however I noticed my buzz quickly dissipating at work last Thursday (two days after our return) – by Friday it was well and truly out the door, and I found myself looking up flights back to Sydney for the long weekend. Common sense prevailed ($700-800 and a 15 hour flight just to get to Sydney is a little excessive, especially given the direct flight only takes four hours and usually costs around $200…), and I spent my long weekend sulking on the couch.

We had such a fabulous trip. In the cab on the way to the airport, I found myself fighting back tears. It was only once I finally stopped that I realised how completely exhausted I was. I knew I was tired, I knew that I was stressed, but I didn’t realise how completely wrecked I was; I didn’t realise the past six or so months had taken such a toll on me. I was excited to be heading down to Sydney (my happy place), but I think I needed a good cry. I watched a sad movie and sad TV shows on the flight down, and sobbed nearly the entire way. When we arrived in Sydney, we headed to our hotel in Circular Quay, checked in, and went out for a walk/in search of ice cream (at about 11 o’clock at night, as you do). There is something cathartic about crying, a good walk and ice cream – I felt a lot better for it! I suppose it also helped that I was in Sydney…

Late night walk

When we’ve taken trips away in the past, I’ve always found it really difficult to switch off from work, and will find myself answering emails while I’m on leave. This trip, I really stepped back – I checked emails for a couple of hours the first morning we were there, before I rolled my eyes at myself – everything was under control (my staff are fantastic), and I reminded myself that I was only away for four work days. While I was a little distracted with something else on my mind, relaxing was definitely much easier after this realisation.

It was such a lovely few days. There was a lot of eating – we dined at Firefly in Walsh Bay, The Woods (the newish restaurant in our hotel), and Wildfire in Circular Quay (when our movie in Centennial Park was rained out). We drank a lot of coffee and quite a few cocktails, we ate a lot of frozen yogurt, and we Mr Posy did a lot of shopping.

The birthday party that we flew down for was fantastic. My friend really outdid herself (as she always does!) – I know her little boy had a truly fantastic day. They had a petting zoo, which kept the little ones (and the not-so-little ones) amused – there were rabbits and ducklings and chickens and goats and lambs!

Teddy Bear Picnic

We spent some time by the beach, by the pool, with friends (though not as much time as I would have liked, and I didn’t get to catch up with everybody I had planned to see, unfortunately), I squeezed in afternoon naps, and we met with a few wedding vendors. We made a visit to the giant duck in Darling Harbour…

Relaxing

Mr Posy didn’t have to drag me on to the plane back to PosyTown (to his amazement, I’m sure), but to say I was a little sad about having to leave would be an understatement. I really needed the time away, and I do feel better for it, but now that we’re back to the daily grind, it’s pretty depressing. I am missing Sydney dreadfully. Pretty sad and pathetic, I know, I know.

Duck

A whirlwind vacation

And, we’re back. Well, we’ve been back for about a fortnight, but I’ve been waist-deep in university assessments and haven’t had the time or the brain-space to even think about writing for enjoyment. I also can’t remember the last time I read a book that wasn’t “required reading”… I have at least one essay due every week between now and the end of August, so my life is all kinds of exciting right now. Work, study, sleep – rinse and repeat. The good news is that after this hard slog, I will be done. The crazy news is that I’ve been looking at Masters courses – why stop at two degrees? I am a glutton for punishment, what can I say.

Our trip away was everything that I needed – time off from work, time away from PosyTown, time with family and friends that  I miss so much. Before we flew out, I was constantly feeling like this awful angry person – someone that I am not, and I certainly did not enjoy feeling so on edge all the time. Spending time with my dad and grandparents and extended family in Bega was exactly what I needed. The landscape down in that part of the country is magical, and it was so lovely to be able to escape from the world. I hope my Pop enjoyed his 80th birthday party as we all did!

On our way back up to Sydney, Mr Posy and I spent the night in Canberra – it was his first trip to our nation’s capital, so we took the day to explore what is a very pretty locality. Say what you will about Canberra, there is no denying that it is a beautiful city. Unfortunately our flight to Sydney was delayed the next morning due to heavy fog, and when we did eventually make it to Sydney, our bags did not. I had watched them, from my seat on the plane before take-off, unload all the luggage, so it came as no huge surprise when we arrived in Sydney and the baggage carousel was empty. An apology certainly wouldn’t have gone astray, however…

Our time in Sydney was a bit of a whirlwind – we caught up with as many people as we could, but our trip was over before we knew it. My dear friend Neek remarked to me over a drink that she loved that I was always excited about visiting Sydney, because she knew so many people who don’t share that same excitement. Who are these people that visit or live in such an amazing city, and don’t even know it?! These people need to pay a visit to PosyTown… In the middle of the build-up, when the heat and humidity is so bad that you start to think that you are literally in Hell.

Can you believe that we are now at the END OF JUNE? Niece Posy is going to be TWO YEARS OLD next week. TWO!