Sunday 5th March 2017
On Sundays, the working week ahead of me starts to creep into my mind. I’m unconsciously thinking about what I have to do on Monday.
Ahhh the brain of a woman – it never turns off. No wonder we get tired! We are thinking all the time – strategising about how to fight fires before they have even been lit.
Speaking of fires, I watched Gremlins last night. I can’t believe Mum and Dad let me watch this as a kid – it’s pretty dark in parts. At one point, the female lead character talks about how she hates Christmas because her Dad dressed up in a Santa suit and then fell down the chimney and broke his neck! She only found him three days later because she went to light the fire and there was an odd smell. I was more horrified by this than I was by gremlins eating people’s arms.
That said, my favourite childhood movie was Labyrinth. David Bowie (RIP) jiggling around in a pair of thin grey tights could probably do more damage to a child’s psyche than a dead Santa ever could.
I have been in a bit of a funny mood all day. It is about a year since I came back to Auckland and I still feel as though I am finding my feet here. In addition, I recently moved into Matt’s house, further away from the city with no car. New suburb, new house, new bed, and new mode of transport – these things are part of our daily routine and when they change, it can be oddly unsettling.
I read an article recently about how our surroundings have anchor points – things that are familiar to us that tell us we are ‘home’. It is no wonder that when we move into someone else’s existing house with their furniture, their photos and their cat, it can take a while for this new environment to feel like an anchor point of our own. Second to that, when the cat has an appetite for chewing expensive things (a Sass & Bide Cashmere jumper and a Lululemon workout top are the current casualties), it can really strain the bonding process.
But if this is the worst thing happening to me this week, then I think I am doing pretty fabulously. I will create an anchor point in the living room by way of a very overpriced candle – and the cat and I will continue to work on her boundary issues.
Much love, Katie xx