[m i a o w] the cat

This time last year, M and I had just spent the night in the carpark of the Broken Head caravan park, a few kilometres south of Byron Bay. I remember that, like today, the weather was sublime. We had hardly any money at all. The first thing we did was go for a swim. Every time I go and swim at one of those northern New South Wales beaches I decide I want to stay there forever. We rinsed off in an outdoor shower near where we’d parked the van. We meandered our way to Rosebank, as we weren’t allowed back into Byron without paying a $50 fee. It is odd to think that we have known the people whose house we showed up at for only 365 days!

This time, things are different. Different state. Different house. Different job. We have a beautiful boat - the mast went up yesterday (thanks to the muscle of Dylan and Rach) and it is finally proper! There is a bit of money in the bank. We have a new mattress. We continue to be in limbo as far as the future goes, but I’m hoping that will resolve itself over the next month or two.

So tonight, instead of kicking back with two people we know and lots that we don’t*, we’re going to be out on Port Phillip Bay in Boat with D, R and Small Jack. We have lifejackets, an esky, beer and a designated sailor. Yah! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

*This is not to say we had a bad time last year, in fact, we had one of the best NYE that we’ve ever had and then demanded to stay on longer because we didn’t want to leave. Just so you know.