Ok, so I have been thinking of blogging for a few years. I have always hesitated, because I didn’t think I had anything interesting to say. But then I look back over my life in the last few years, and realise I have had so many exciting things happen to me.
I have left my country (Australia), and road tripped the West Coast of the USA with my son when he was just 4. I was based in Las Vegas, and hit up Mexico and Hawaii. I got home in time to be the Hag of Honor at my little sisters wedding. I met and fell in love with a wonderful man, who it turns out, I have known since I was 6. I got engaged. I started Uni. I moved interstate. I got pregnant and had a baby. I took a break from Uni to be a mumma again.
All the while, I partied. Hard. Well, ok, not while I was pregnant. But the rest of the time was filled with boozy club crawls, tequila shots & dirty martinis, dancing in the middle of the bush to hypnotic trance tunes, random and hilarious encounters, loads of vom, and some seriously embarrassing Kodak moments.
See, I became a mumma when I was just 18, which is the legal age here in Australia. So while my friends were out getting their drink on, and, well, being young adults, I was at home changing nappies, paying bills, and worrying about what to cook my family for dinner. Then all of a sudden I found myself as a single parent. It took me almost a year, but by the time my son was 3 I was making up for all the time I had lost. While being a single working parent. When I found myself burning out, I packed it all in, bundled my son and I up, and hit the skies. We spent around 6 months travelling, visiting family, and having new experiences. And since I was based in Vegas, suffice to say there was still a lot of partying. It wasn’t easy. But it was all part of my journey.
Now the partying has died down, and I have 2 beautiful boys.
I’m currently taking a break from my degree, and decided that maybe writing this blog would be the best way to keep my mind sharp. Blowing raspberries and singing nursery rhymes is awesome, don’t get me wrong. But some days I feel a little stagnant. I see a bookstore and it’s like the call of the wild. I talk to friends who are deep into their degree’s, and start to feel out of my depth.
Like, I’m really good when it comes to building a tower with blocks, but I can’t remember how to build a cumulative sentence.
So. this blog is born. I named it domestic dreamer, because I’m always dreaming about how wonderful my future will be ‘if I can just have HER hairstyle’, ‘if I can just get that floor lamp’, ‘if I can bake those triple chocolate chip cookies’, ‘if I can just get the latest John Grisham’, or most importantly, ‘if I can just finish my freaking degree, get an awesome job, and make loads of money!’
So bear with me while I try to get there…