So, the last couple of weeks have been a little bit turmultuous.
The first thing that happened is that I lost my poor, faithful old car in an accident on Citylink. A truck merged across two lanes into mine, causing me to swerve, fishtail, spin out, hit the concrete barrier and bounce back into the centre lane facing the wrong way. All very fast and scary but could have been a lot worse! I was totally fine except for a bit of whiplash and general teariness.
Goodbye faithful old Skyline
Dodgy as it was, that car has been in our family for 11 years, ever since my brother bought it from one of our childhood friends who I've known since birth (he played Tao whenever we'd reneact the Mysterious Cities of Gold in the backyard).
The second thing that happened is that my real estate agent called and informed me that my landlord wants to move back into my flat. My flat! My beloved little haven, a space all of my own to call home and decorate as I please.
Farewell little Flemington flat (photos by Lucy from TDF)
My flat! Featured in Peppermint and The Herald Sun and The Design Files! But it's funny, after my little abode had it's time in the spotlight I remember feeling like I was ready to let it go. That it had helped me through some tough times and I'd had my fun decorating it up, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to have to move.
And it really isn't. The whole car and flat thing kind of came at a good time, more or less. A little bit of a kick up the bum with regards to certain aspects of my life... I can definitely see lots of good times ahead :)