How's this for irony? You know how the bad stuff is always easier to believe? Well, a senior manager praised me during my department’s monthly Teams meeting … and I accidentally disconnected myself from the call, midway through his shout-out. I knocked a button on my headphones and was suddenly staring at a blank screen.... Continue Reading →
Every mistake I make
Is it a generational thing to feel constant guilt and inadequacy? Are women my age victims of our Gen X-ness? A friend described me as a "rare gem" this week and all I felt was shame. There is nothing rare or gem-like about me. I am far too flawed. I worry constantly about these flaws... Continue Reading →
Staying strong
I wonder how it feels to live in the United States and be leaning to the left? I am conscious that I have contorted my social media algorithm so I get all of the bad news and none of the good. As a result, I am too well versed in the bad and feel a... Continue Reading →
Behind all things are reasons
My arrival in Melbourne didn't get off to the smoothest of starts. (In case you missed last week’s blog posts, I flew down to celebrate settlement day for the eldest’s new apartment.) The cab driver had a fit when I gave him the address of my hotel. He said it wasn't a big enough fare... Continue Reading →
On the title
I did a crazy thing yesterday - I popped a bottle of bubbles with my eldest child to celebrate buying them an apartment. That sounds very luxe. It’s a tiny studio and the mortgage is $60 a week less than rent. So it feels sensible rather than lavish. The eldest started uni earlier this year... Continue Reading →
Where the wine things are
Have you heard of The Real Review's annual Wine Classification of Australia? The Real Review is regarded as one of Australia’s leading wine authorities and each year its international expert tasting team award wines one, two or three Merits based on their performance over time. I was familiar with The Real Review, but my awareness... Continue Reading →
Out of the loop
I've been blogging for 14 years, which also means I haven't worked in weekly magazines for 14 years. And it shows. DD asked me yesterday who Pedro Pascal was and my knowledge was limited to him being an actor that women swoon over. I couldn’t tell him anything Pedro had starred in or anyone he’d... Continue Reading →
Ducks in a row
What did you get up to on the weekend? I cancelled my Disney+ subscription, which required me to confirm I didn't want to change my mind, then offered me a discount to stay, then requested an explanation for why I was cancelling. It gave me great satisfaction to say "I support free speech". I will... Continue Reading →
Bubble and squeaky
So much for cutting back on blogging. Yesterday was a tough one at work and I need to do some therapy writing. The therapy writing doesn't even need to be about the stuff that was tough. Writing about anything soothes me. Adulting is hard. Writing is easy. I'm going to rattle on about how living... Continue Reading →
Creature of habit
HouseGoesHome turned 14 recently. That's a lot of blog posts. And I find myself wondering yet again whether it's time to stop churning them out. Facebook is a cruel mistress these days - it doesn't even add my musings to my sister's newsfeed ... and she's one of my most loyal followers. Perhaps no one... Continue Reading →