So I've already failed at regular updates. Its one of those things that every night I mean to do but after putting the chicken to bed, organising our dinner, eating dinner and spending time together I am pooped and can only dream of bed. When does it all stop being so exhausting! (i mean this in a good way though, its a good, fulfilled exhaustion)
So New Years was a quiet one as expected. A few drinks in the afternoon with friends, a play in the park and a champagne at home by the windows. The weather was very warm and I love sitting by our window at night on our quiet street. I think how the chicken won't know this place where she was born, and the only place she knows as home so far... I hope she loves our new/old life back in Perth and doesn't hate us when she's a teenager cos she was born in 'cool' Melbourne and we moved her to Perth! Ha!