Awww, don’t be sad, people… I’m not sad! It’s been an amazing year, and I wouldn’t have traded a minute of it, but like I said earlier, a year has been exactly the right length of time. And now that we’re getting ready to head back, my thoughts are turning daily to the things I’ll love about being home. Continue reading “Tempus fugit”→
So how are those austerity measures working for us?
Well, we’re drinking less, and eating fewer Dollop puddings, and that’s surely a good thing. The kids are receiving fewer indulgences – sushi, theatre visits, book fair purchases, the latest club T-shirts – and cheerfully taking this in their stride as part of the necessary collective sacrifice. Continue reading “High maintenance schmaintenance”→
Well, today’s the day. The odometer clicks over and there it is, 40 years on the clock.
I do appreciate the marking of milestones, arbitrary as they are: they provide an imperative to stop and reflect, take stock and summarise. To lift your head from the routine chewing of grass to gaze ruminatively around the paddock. Continue reading “Milestones and grindstones”→
So why Wanaka? Why not just take a sabbatical without uprooting the family? Stay where Hapless’s professional contacts are, where at least there is a job market, even if it’s not an especially buoyant one? Continue reading “Wankers in Wanaka”→
When we tell people we’re considering a gap year, the immediate response from most people is envy. It turns out it’s a recurring fantasy among middle-class professionals on the cusp of middle age: packing up the kids and hitting the road to somewhere picturesque and laid-back. Continue reading “Armchair envy”→
Well, there’s plenty to love about being 40. I wouldn’t go back to being a clueless dumbfuck 20 year old for a million bucks. And I wouldn’t go back to my 30s and early parenthood for any money. Experience, confidence, being comfortable in my own skin – all the usual cliches about age over youth. Good career, disposable income, even if I am about to throw all that away. Continue reading “Older and hairier”→