Back from Perth a Godfather and Almost an Uncle
Trip Start May 04, 2011
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The intention of returning to Perth this break was to welcome my first niece or nephew into the world. But the little one has behaved so well, that the caesarean got pushed out a week until after I have left town. Hard to be disappointed though given Karyn’s journey to this point and that every week is a healthy blessing
On my second full night back in town, I was off to Boddington to catch up (i.e. get drunk) with Stace, and then haul ass to Narrogin to become Godfather to Bri’s daughter Maya. I am still amazed that I got to the church on time (10 mins early in fact). Beautiful country day and great to explore the family farm at Quindanning after a delicious Quinny Pub steak. Decent food that I had been thinking about for some weeks. And then an evening of fun times.
My weekdays were largely consumed with property searching and home opens. This took a lot of my time up and more than I was prepared to give. Investing in property is so time consuming. Makes me just want to go to the casino and throw all my cash on black and hope for the best. Or maybe buy shares. Either way is just as risky at the moment. But I did get to spend some time with sister Amy and cruise around town in my triple upgrade rental car...the Hyundai I30. And I did put an offer in on a property before I flew out. We’ll see how it goes. I think a large part of me just wanted to offer on something to justify the amount of time spent researching.
Before long, my second and final weekend was upon me
Sitting on the plane as we prepared for take-off, I reflected on another full and busy break in Perth. Although at times it is overwhelming to suddenly have so many things I can do and places I could go to, I think that this is better than the alternative. Because sitting at home watching dvd’s and being isolated from the world is something that I do for 6 weeks of my life here in Ghana. But I had 21 hrs to think it over in flight back to Africa and back to 6 weeks of work. Already my mind had switched gears as I adjusted to the other side of my life...and contemplating how adventurous I wanted my next break to be. Am I really someone who could camp in Namibia...hmmm.