This week I’m especially homesick, which feeds into my general impatience with all things Noo Yawkin methinks. Luke sent pics of Gia and Dillon, which reminded me of all the babies we don’t get to hang out with. I spoke to Mrs Mac for a half hour the other night, and I wish I could speak to her a half hour every day. Dee Dee sent pics of Ruby Roo and Jade, and they’re suddenly grownups; I want to sit by her pool with a glass of wine and talk until it’s dark. Lilo Lil is leaving Sydney in a couple weeks, that has me thinking about that leaving feeling. I caught up with Jillie, and all we did was laugh and laugh and talk about Tamarama and Lavender Bay, sipping on iced green ginger tea. I’m talking to Megsy every day about her project in Sydney, and her excitement is crazy infectious and I wish it was in my life all the time. Hallie’s posting about Ad-delayed and the Harbor Bridge (she’s usually just whining about the cold … nice eh Hals?). I’m checking Facebook (which I really never do anymore) for my sister’s updates because any day now she’s going to have a baby, and that will be another baby I’ll have missed seeing brand new (and that’s a big shame). Every morning I’m superpsyched to see what paperflowers and littlesparrow have posted: the Errol Flynn/ May Gibbs/ beach-y haired, salty-skinned boys and girls; and Carolyn’s west coast sunsets (it’s best in the west, right? Well Hanne’s always trying to sell me that, but I’d never really lived more than 10 minutes from the Pacific Ocean in my life before we moved here).
Most of the time Sydney feels really close, but sometimes it feels really really really far away. Which is making for a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day week. By which I mean to say, sorry if I’m a little cranky.