the end was just the beginning
I, Alana, take you to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." You'd think wedding vows would be obsolete when you stop... Continue Reading →
How's this for lovely? An old school friend drove down from the Central Coast on Sunday to give me a Tardis gingerbread house for Christmas! Talk about totally AWESOME! We drank cider and I met her quirky Steampunk 14-year-old daughter (and startled her with the gift of a mini watermelon ... I saw it at... Continue Reading →
I'll be out of town for Christmas this year ... more about that later ... so the House sisters celebrated early with a brunch over the weekend. My sister's gorgeous bloke cooked bacon and egg rolls on the barbecue, my mum and dad drove down from Newie, the dogs wore reindeer antlers and DD braved... Continue Reading →
I was in such a good mood last night ... until I came home and discovered the dog had unwrapped the Christmas presents under the tree and gnawed on them. Christmas wrapping paper confetti EVERYWHERE. Farking dog. Deep breaths. Tread carefully with your guffaws, as the incident has been banned from the funny list until... Continue Reading →
I've been wandering down memory lane since writing my blog about meeting the real Santa while we were living in New York. Looking at those old pictures prompted me to search for the photos of our white Christmas ... those sweet little faces! Then I remembered that long before HouseGoesHome, I had a blog called... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHome started out as a blog about leaving the workforce after 20 years and becoming a full-time mum ... well, that's what I thought it was about. It was actually about me having a mini-breakdown and battling my way back to a better place. And this year it took another turn and became about becoming... Continue Reading →
When I mentioned in one of my festive blogs that the whole Santa thing was a bit of an elephant in the room with my kids, a Facebook friend commented: "I'm sure children at school have burst that bubble." But I don't know about that because, five years ago, we met the real Santa. He was at Santaland,... Continue Reading →
At first I was afraid I was petrified Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side But then I spent so many nights Thinking how you did me wrong And I grew strong And I learned how to get along I went to lunch with an old friend yesterday. We hadn't spoken... Continue Reading →
I don't have an amazing story to tell. I didn't buy a coffee at the Lindt Cafe just moments before terror struck like The Australian journalist Chris Kenny. I sat at my desk writing my usual travel fluff while the world as I knew it lost its marbles in Sydney's Martin Place. The terror is finally... Continue Reading →
The problem with having a personal day at HouseGoesHome is that people think I'm dead if I don't blog every morning, regular as clockwork. But it's one of those rare moments when I don't have much to say. Yesterday was a lovely blur of sunshine and burgers by the beach, Christmas shopping, drinks with new... Continue Reading →
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