Author: camille

  • Domestic checklist

    Domestic checklist

    This makes me feel more adult adult, even if some of it are problems that I would probably be better off not worrying about, you know? This is where my unexpected domestic dilemma is: petrol prices are going up, Dylan is driving so much for work. We had planned to get another car eventually, but

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  • Everything all at once

    Everything all at once

    I’ve been frequently distracted these days (and nights). Sometimes I’m looking at houses for sale, checking out suburbs that we can call home. Sometimes I’m looking for venues and vendors, trying to plan a maybe–probably–likelyifwearelucky-2024 wedding. Sometimes I’m trying to decide what dress to wear, how big or small our guest list should be. The

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  • Better L than never

    Better L than never

    I finally took — and passed — my Learner’s Permit test for driving today. Just 4 years after moving to Australia. Better late than never, as the saying goes. Honestly, getting engaged forced me to stop dragging my feet. I need to be able to drive if we were to buy a house (if we

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  • Cursed

    Cursed

    Two relationships and I’m cursed with a bad fate of hating one of my partner’s closest friends. Being treated in a similar manner (and then some) like I was treated over ten years ago unfortunately is still unforgivable in my book. There’s some overlap in what they both did: being spurned, shrugged off, ignored, and

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  • Yes

    Yes

    “Will you marry me?” The first time I was asked this question, I thought, ‘How do other people know?’ How do they know they want to spend the rest of their life with one other person? How do they know that out of a billion other people in the world, their partner is “the one?”

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  • I’m old

    I’m old

    Tiredness these days: Lasts longer Creeps faster Is a weariness that drips into my bones And sleeping in on a weekend isn’t enough for a cure That’s how I know I’m in my 30’s.

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  • How we broke up

    How we broke up

    I never actually wrote about how any of my romantic relationships ended, mostly due to the near-decade of trying to get over the friendships that did. Friendship-over’s were more traumatic and romantic endings were less so. Our end happened gradually over time and was more predictable than the immeasurable hurt I’ve ever felt from ex-friends.

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  • Finding Nami the Yorkie

    Finding Nami the Yorkie

    Nami is a COVID baby. I am now part of the statistic of Victorians who got a dog during the pandemic, although it just so happened that we first waited for: My partner to have a full-time job My partner to purchase a good (secondhand) car, and make sure we’ve covered any initial maintenance costs

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  • What’s a mum

    What’s a mum

    I feel like a real mum, juggling work and a new puppy and waking up early for Dylan’s packed breakfast and lunch to Nami’s morning kibbles to potty training and packing Nami’s puppy kit to bring to the office to booking an appointment with the vet and taking Nami around in a carrier to coming

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