Thursday Doors recap

Yes, I know it’s Saturday afternoon here, but the Thursday Doors Blue Frog is still accepting links for another ten hours or so. Plus, it feels like it’s been such a long time since I did a TD post, I didn’t want to miss the last one of 2018!

For this end-of-year recap, I thought I’d re-share three favourites from previous posts, and post three doors that I found this year but never got around to creating blog posts for. I’ve returned to being more of a spectator for TD this year, but if time permits, I’ll be playing along again next year (I certainly have enough photos for it!) Continue reading

it’s so good to be home again

For most of the last three weeks, I’ve been in Rockhampton, filling in at our partner pharmacy up there. I can’t remember the last time I was away from home for so long – maybe when I went to Melbourne several years ago (?) but even then, I was with family, so it wasn’t really like I was away from “home” exactly (only in the literal sense).

I flew back from Rocky on Friday afternoon. That morning, I woke up more than half an hour before my alarm, and I felt wide awake. I was so excited, I just wanted to message people about how excited I was about going home.

I did feel a bit sad about leaving Rocky – still kind of feel a bit sad – but jeez it’s good to be home again.

Since I arrived back, I have:

  • attended the staff Christmas party (Friday night)
  • unpacked and put stuff away
  • done various household chores (laundry, sweeping, etc)
  • caught up with a friend for lunch on Saturday
  • caught up with another friend for dinner on Saturday
  • bought a gift for “secret Santa” (it’s not that last-minute… Besides, I didn’t really get a chance to go shopping in Rocky)
  • visited my uncles/aunts (it was only a brief visit, and only had to go to one house, but still…)
  • made fig and sweet potato truffles (this was a challenge set by a friend/colleague)
  • made pecan pie (recipe courtesy of Campari & Sofa)
  • ironed all my uniforms
  • caught up on some blog reading

And whatever I’ve been doing, I’ve been thinking to myself (and sometimes saying to others) “it’s so good to be home again”.

It’s not that Rocky was a terrible place (it’s actually quite lovely for the most part) but I just missed being in my own home. I missed my usual routine, and knowing where everything is. And, of course, I missed friends and family.

I probably should have gone to bed an hour ago (I start work early tomorrow), but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be on an endorphin high all week because I’m back at my usual pharmacy again. (I’m pretty sure I’ve never been away from the pharmacy for more than two weeks in all the years since I started working there.)

It feels so good to be home again!

winging it in Rocky

This past week I’ve been out of town, working at a partner pharmacy up north in the lovely town of Rockhampton, also known as “Rocky”. In the last two weeks (and a bit), I have made four flights, going to and from Rocky, with a couple more to come in the near future.

I don’t travel much, and I don’t fly much either. I used to get headaches from being on planes, but I’ve figured out that as long as I can look out of a window as we’re taking off and landing, I’m usually ok. It’s probably just a motion sickness thing. Once we’re in the air, though, and the pilot’s turned off the seatbelt sign, I can read, take a nap or watch a movie, and be totally fine. I suppose you don’t really feel the movement when you’re cruising at a fixed altitude.

This requisite that I have a view of the world passing by outside means that I prefer window seats on planes. On all of my four flights these last few weeks, I’ve been lucky enough to always have a window seat. (To be fair, the first of this series of flights was on a smaller plane with only four seats per row (two on either side of the aisle), so my chances of getting a window seat were kind of 50/50.)

My seat has also tended to be level with or near the wings. This means that my view of the surrounding landscape is partially obstructed, but also that I can spend a fair bit of time looking at a wing of the plain.

To me, airplanes are an amazing feat of engineering. The very concept of constructing a machine out of metal that can defy gravity and carry people into the skies – it’s all rather mind-blowing. Seeing the reality of it is awe-inspiring.

Perhaps it’s even more impressive when you look at one of the wings of the plane, and see that it’s all held together with tiny screws.

Well, ok, they’re not really that tiny, but they’re small relative to what they’re holding together.

At one point (can’t remember which flight it was – maybe my second flight to Rocky), shortly after take-off, I was looking at the tip of the wing, and you could actually see it shake or tremble a bit. It’s not really something to instil you with a lot of confidence in the vehicle that’s carrying you thousands of metres off the ground…