So this is it, my very first blog post. It's Saturday
night, 9.20pm and I'm sitting in my tracksuit pants, alone except for my 16
year old cat. What can I say, obviously I like to live life on the edge.
Having called my blog 'the story of me' I now feel obligated to tell you my story. I'm not much of a storyteller though and I fear I'll simply bore everyone to tears with my attempts at creating something humorous and somewhat interesting.
I will persevere though and start by telling you about the closest thing to my heart, my cat. Her name is Mini and she's a seal point siamese. I acquired her when she was a spritely 8 year old with all her teeth intact. She has moved with me 4 times in the 8 years we've been together and has never once complained. I love her to bits.
Having called my blog 'the story of me' I now feel obligated to tell you my story. I'm not much of a storyteller though and I fear I'll simply bore everyone to tears with my attempts at creating something humorous and somewhat interesting.
I will persevere though and start by telling you about the closest thing to my heart, my cat. Her name is Mini and she's a seal point siamese. I acquired her when she was a spritely 8 year old with all her teeth intact. She has moved with me 4 times in the 8 years we've been together and has never once complained. I love her to bits.
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| Mini 4 years ago at her favourite house |
She is now 16 and she's not looking so good. She's become a
skinny little thing and has lost a few teeth. She's hasn't lost her marbles
though. Nevertheless, she's dying. Her body is getting old but her mind is
still sharp as a tack. Watching her slowly deteriorate and waiting for the day
the vet tells me its time to say goodbye is truly heartbreaking.
Now, knowing I have a 16 year old cat you may think I'm older than I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm not 'young' any more but I am only 33. I feel I've done a fair bit for a 33 year old though. I grew up in the same house until I was 19. Since then I have moved 9 times. Yep, 9 times in 14 years.
The first big move was to London. I was a month off turning 20 when I got on a plane for 'one year' in London. That year turned into 3. I'll leave the stories of London and my early 20's to another time. I will say though that I moved each year I was there, from Hammersmith to Tooting Bec, then to West Hampstead.
The return to Australia when I was 23 saw me back at my parents house (1.5 hours south-west of Sydney) for 6 months before I made the move to my next big city - Sydney. There I moved from Maroubra to Clovelly, then to Kings Cross, Killara, Turramurra and finally to my current residence 3 hours west, over the Great Dividing Range.
I've lived here for 11 months now and am looking forward to staying in one place for a while.
Now, knowing I have a 16 year old cat you may think I'm older than I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm not 'young' any more but I am only 33. I feel I've done a fair bit for a 33 year old though. I grew up in the same house until I was 19. Since then I have moved 9 times. Yep, 9 times in 14 years.
The first big move was to London. I was a month off turning 20 when I got on a plane for 'one year' in London. That year turned into 3. I'll leave the stories of London and my early 20's to another time. I will say though that I moved each year I was there, from Hammersmith to Tooting Bec, then to West Hampstead.
The return to Australia when I was 23 saw me back at my parents house (1.5 hours south-west of Sydney) for 6 months before I made the move to my next big city - Sydney. There I moved from Maroubra to Clovelly, then to Kings Cross, Killara, Turramurra and finally to my current residence 3 hours west, over the Great Dividing Range.
I've lived here for 11 months now and am looking forward to staying in one place for a while.
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