I haven't blogged in ages. It's not that I don't have anything to say, I just feel like broken record lately. The same old problems in my life that I'm dealing with, going around and around.
I'm completely and utterly over living in the city. Sydney has slowly morphed into Gotham City. Whilst I appreciate the beautiful apartment that we live in, I loathe my surroundings, my neighbours and everything about where I live.
To get groceries, I have to drive up the 2 narrow levels in the basement garage, up onto the streets, and navigate the potholes, and trucks and tourist buses and taxis and idiots on the city roads. It drives me mental. Nothing is 'easy breezy beautiful covergirl' in the city. Everything is hard work.
The park is a 10-15 minute drive. I could walk the 5-6kms to the park. Around Darling Harbour. Over the Pyrmont Bridge. Around the Casino. But I don't. I drive. More roads. More overpasses.
I tried a few playgroups. They were depressing. No one I could connect with.
Our neighbours directly above and below are renovating their apartments. Even though the building we live in, is only 8 yrs old. The owners downstairs are Korean and have gaming parties or something of that nature, because we hear them playing their video games on their insanely loud sound system all day and night. The building manager doesn't care about the noise, because 90% of the tenants work all day and aren't bothered by the noise in the day, obviously.
People start renovating apartments without warning. Just last week, I woke up to the strongest fumes. I thought my husband had polished his shoes in my FACE before leaving for work. No, it was the Koreans, painting their entire apartment. Sanding floors. Using paint thinners and chemicals. And EVERY SINGLE PARTICLE of smell found it's way into our apartment. I nearly died from the smell. I opened the apartment door, but we are on Level 11, and I don't like having the door open now that Abigail is SO adventurous!
We had to spend 3 nights with my parents in the Hills District while the idiot Koreans finished their painting. When I complained to the building manager about safety, she said they could do nothing. I asked about other duty of care for other tenants, including CHILDREN, she said, we don't care, try writing a letter to the body corporate, and they will make a record that you are unhappy. I felt like punching her in her stupid, inconsiderate face.
I had no car whilst staying with my parents because James needed it to get to work. He usually trains it from the apartment to his workplace. Mum lent me her car, a 2 door Mercedes coupe. With a child seat in the back. It was fun driving around in a tiny car, considering I drive a BEAST of a 4WD. But I hated borrowing my Mum's car, I felt selfish. So I took her car to be professionally washed. It looked pretty amazing as I pulled into the garage. She said no-one has ever taken her car to be washed, and was really grateful.
I've had so much good fortune in my life lately. My husband just graduated from university with Distinction. I'm so proud of him, my heart is full of joy. He worked so hard during his course. He was juggling work, business travel, supporting me having a baby and uni all at once. He was also given an amazing but deserving promotion at work. I have so much joy in my life. But this housing situation is just draining me. The agents have stopped calling me, there is NOTHING in our price range for sale in the area we are looking in.
I had a migraine for 3 days over the weekend. It wasn't as bad as usual, but still quite unbearable. It was stress related, I'm sure.
I'm sure the perfect house is around the corner. It has to be. Otherwise I'm moving to Noosa. Where the sun always shines. The air is warm. The locals are lovely. The food is devine. Hang on, why don't we just move there!?!
