You know how the eldest interviewed me on Friday for a school project?
Well, I forgot to tell you one of her curly questions: “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
I had absolutely NO idea what to say.
How could I not know the answer to that one?
Once upon a time I’d have said Hawaii or New York, just to be fancy. I mean, it doesn’t sound very glamorous to say your life ambition is to live in Newcastle.
As I stood there in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner and looking deeply perplexed, the eldest suggested: “Queensland?”
“The beach,” I eventually replied.
But that was too vague for her, so I started agonising over WHICH beach.
The northern Beaches of Sydney are lovely and they’d mean I would still be close to the kids when they go to university.
But they’re not really my dream (though I am becoming increasingly fond of them).
Is it Merewether, then?
I dunno. I just fantasise about a place that looks out over the ocean, is walking distance to cafes and restaurants and not to far from the kids.
Oh, and it would be nice to have a cleaner in the equation. I really, really hate cleaning.
I spent yesterday half-heartedly vacuuming and scrubbing the not-my-dream house, prompting the youngest to announce “What’s that smell?” in a fashion that implied she’d rarely had a whiff of White King in her life before.
The dream is a long, long way off. My priority right now is to get two kids through high school. The fantasy move is at least eight years away.
In the meantime, I scribble and scheme and plot ways to make my current abode more dreamy.
A frangipani tree in the backyard, French doors, a breezy deck …
Those things are probably a long way off too, but if I plan them, maybe they will come.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Song of the day: Jack Johnson “Home”