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7 months...and a few stories
Last Monday, Geoff and I celebrated 7 months together. Oh my goodness. That is totally my longest relationship EVER. It is also his longest relationship. We are both surprised that we are still together- there were lots of rough times in the beginning of our relationship. But things are just so great right now. I love him so much! It's pretty scary committing to a relationship. I'd been single my whole life, apart from 4 months of disaster when I was 19. Geoff and I were praying together yesterday, and we prayed that we would be able to love each other for many more years to come. He is so lovely...so understanding, sweet, caring, funny, cool, and many more words! We talk about 3 times a day. He is my best friend in the whole world. It's pretty cool to be able to kiss your best friend.
It's funny thinking about how much things can change. Geoff is about to head off to Mid Year Conference tomorrow. Mid Year Conference is a Christian Bible study week away that is run by FEVA. It's lots of fun- you get to read the Bible, hear talks, spend time outdoors and talk with wonderful people who are artistic and believers. This is the first year in a long time that I won't be going along. I really wish that I was, but you know, the pressures of full time work, etc etc blah blah. So anyway, a year ago at the last Mid Year Conference, I found Geoff playing the piano alone one night after dinner. I sat down next to him and apologised again for hurting him the year before...I told him how sorry I was that I couldn't go out with him, and that I just didn't like him in that way. Geoff took my apology really well, and even said that I didn't need to apologise. So, a year later, I definitely didn't think that I would be declaring my love for him every spare minute. God is so wonderful to have brought us together! And thank goodness I finally woke up to myself and realised that Geoff was like, the most perfect boy for me ever! Imagine taking a year and a half to figure THAT one out!
Geoff and I have been thinking, though, that we need to take cooking lessons. Neither of us can cook anything apart from cakes, 2-minute noodles and bacon and eggs. Geoff was still house-sitting this week, and while I was visiting, we went out to Coles to get some food. He stocked up on 2-minute noodles, and also paid for my canned spaghetti and cereal- what a cutie! I eat the canned spaghetti at work for lunch. I hide the cans in the back of a drawer and heat the spaghetti up when no-one is looking. This is so that no-one lectures me about how many preservatives and other nasties are in canned food.
I went to get a haircut in Newtown last Wednesday night, and found myself in Burgerlicious afterwards. Oh, the vegie burgers there are delicious! And what a joy it was to eat a burger without someone from the office sneaking up on me and saying something like, "Carla- eating AGAIN!" or, "You'll get fat!", or even more charmingly, "You take a photograph of yourself now, and I'll show it to you when you're forty. Then you'll be sorry for all of the chocolate you eat!" To revenge comments like that, I topped off my dinner with a peppermint hot chocolate from Cinque, which is next to the Dendy cinemas in Newtown. Those things are AMAZING- they are made with melted after-dinner mints, chocolate syrup, hot milk and chocolate powder on top. You HAVE to try it!
If you have been reading between the lines, you might have figured out that I am not your happiest Spacegirl in the workplace at the moment. Working really gets me down. I went to my friend Crazy Naomi's exhibition on Thursday night at Books Kinokuniya in the city. The exhibition was lovely- lots of hand-drawn imagery, sketchy feelings on pages, colour and sensitivity. I also saw- for the first time in about a year- my wonderful university lecturers/mentors, Andrew and Lissa Barnum. I almost cried when I saw them both. Andrew greeted me by saying, "Hello- you're looking very glamourous!" Which I really didn't- my cheeks were all red from excitement (very Elizabeth Bennet, I know), I was wearing a fluffy blue jumper because it was so cold, a crazy colourful scarf that I had inexpertly knitted myself, and I had on pink Converse high-tops and brown cord pants. More bohemian than glamourous, but hey, I'm all up for accepting compliments! Anyway, Andrew then turned to my friend Scott and said, "Hello, my friend- you look very prosperous!" And to Geoff (who he hadn't met before) Andrew said, "I'm sorry I have no adjective for you, my friend. It's just that I don't know you well enough yet." Oh, I wish that I could have told Andrew and Lissa that I had been drawing every day, and that I was doing something wonderful with my art. But I haven't. I told them to truth- that I spend my days being forced to copy other designer's work (even though I think that doing so is totally dodgy, my boss makes me do it), and that I really missed uni, and that I missed them so much. There have been so many times that I have just wanted to call Andrew and Lissa and ask them what I should do.
This morning, though, as soon as I woke up, I grabbed my sketch book for the first time in months. I scribbled a few drawings, and also wrote, "Where has my mojo gone?" I've started to feel that I don't care what my drawings look like any more, as long as I draw them for myself, and as long as I'm not copying anybody.
Hmmmm. The weekend is not yet over. There is still fun in the sun to be had. Until next time, readers. |