Tagged with home

Excess packaging

I have a somewhat minor frustration that comes up on a daily basis.  Packaging. I realized the other day when I was unsuccessfully trying to open a cheese stick, that U.S. manufacturers do not seem to discriminate between things that can poison us if ingested, and actual food. Trying to extrapolate the highly delicious and … Continue reading

Leaving home and homeward bound

I have been home in Sydney for the past week to finalize a work visa for my new job in Seattle.  The trip, while being ‘immigrationally necessary’, has been the greatest gift.  When I landed the position at Groundspeak two months ago, I was thrilled – and then a little sad.  I realized that it meant I would … Continue reading

Settling in Seattle

I am a little hesitant to use the word ‘settling’, because of its connotations about settling down and settling for less – neither of which describes my move here. I am however, settling in. After a fruitful trip to IKEA, I now have drawers, and having lived out of a suitcase for two months, drawers … Continue reading

Settling in Seattle

I am a little hesitant to use the word ‘settling’, because of its connotations about settling down and settling for less – neither of which describes my move here. I am however, settling in. After a fruitful trip to IKEA, I now have drawers, and having lived out of a suitcase for two months, drawers … Continue reading

Chaise Lounge

This is my living room sans couch, dining suite, and pictures on the wall. Ironically, it now shares common traits with the Seattle apartment, where we have yet to buy a couch, a dining suite and to put things on the wall. Ben and I started looking at couches, dining suites and things to put … Continue reading

Third Date

I have been very candid about my month-long love affair with Seattle dating back to January of this year. We had a rocky start, though. It was a Seattle rain storm that took from me a favourite hat and an umbrella, but we soon made up and I embarked on a whirlwind romance with the … Continue reading

Window seat

I am not a window seat kind of a girl. I say this metaphorically, and literally. In life, I do not like to sit by the window and watch. I like to get out there in it, and invariably I end up a bit mucky for my efforts. But this is my preference. I actually … Continue reading

Going Home

This weekend I fly to Perth on the west coast, and will drive 5 hours to the southwest coast to see my dad for his 60th birthday.  I am going ‘home’.    ‘Home’ is a word laden with connotations that make me feel a plethora of emotions.  Coming ‘home’ after a long trip brings mixed … Continue reading