Adelaide I love you but (sometimes) you’re bringing me down…

Isn’t it funny how sometimes the same reason that you hate a thing, a person, or a place can be the exact same reason that you love them?
When I was younger, I hated Adelaide; I hated this small town, with its quiet streets and familiar places. I hated the cliquey nature of all the social groups and I hated that it was impossible to hide – anywhere you went, you would always bump into someone to know. Everyone has these random, ridiculous stories of whom they bumped into and where – sometimes even on the other side of the world; every single Adelaidian has surely uttered the phrase: “ahh, Adelaide”. It’s always followed by a cautious chuckle, of course.
All these things though, can also be brilliant attributes for our wonderful town. Last night I fell head over heels in love with this beautiful town, all over again.
I’d been having a pretty crappy day and anyone who knows me certainly knows that when I’m saying I had a bad day, there is no exaggeration there. It was the kind of day that in which I was thankful that there are plenty of packing crates stacked up in the warehouse outside my office – they’re perfect to hide behind when you’re on the verge of crying or so full of rage that even the friendliest of soul better not cross your path. I felt like rubbish.
After work I was aimlessly wandering around the Central Market Coles, buying chocolate that I didn’t need – claiming it was ‘a gift for someone’ – yeah, I’m a terrible liar.
Feeling sorry for myself, dazed and confused, I hear over my shoulder; ‘Alicia’ – immediately I turned my head to see my beautiful, wonderful friend Sophie. She’s amazing – the kinda girl that can always make me feel better when I’m feeling down – and I quote “you’re a mutha fucking babe and lots of guys wanna touch your butt” – thanks sweetie, I know I can always rely on you to make me feel wonderful!
So she’s there and I realise I’ve got about 45 minutes to kill before I have to be anywhere. She’s walking to dinner to meet her friends (after stopping by home to drop off the toilet paper she’s just bought – yes, we are adults and make adult purchase decisions sometimes) and do I want to walk with her? Yes. I need her wise words of wisdom in my life – even if they mostly include pointing out that many of the people we encounter in our lives are indeed absolute dicks.
We walk to the pub and I’ve still got fifteen minutes to kill, so I go in with her. Almost straight away I walk into a friend from high school. We chat, Sophie’s friends walk in. Sophie’s friends know my friend.
Welcome to Adelaide – where you’re never alone, all you have to do is leave the house and this beautiful city will open up her arms and hold you in a sweet, (sometimes intrusive, invasive and furiously bitchy) sweet embrace.

Gorgeous image from here;

Womb Buddies…?!

It is possible to be friends with someone for your whole life, right until the very end?

I’m gonna say yes; I have at least one friend who I have known since the moment she was born. There are other ‘acquaintances’ – people who are in my life who I have known for just as long, but I think it’s pretty special to still have some as a person whom you would call a friend.
No, before you get too excited, I’m not talking about my mum (but she is pretty awesome- probably too awesome to be just a friend so ‘mum’ will be the best description for her!)

I’m talking about my ‘womb buddy’ – and no…that’s not some creepy new experimental pregnancy style… it’s the name that my friend came up with for us when she was oh so slightly inebriated! I think it fits- even though we never were never actual womb buddies- she was even born 18 months after me but we have been mates since the moment she bailed from the comfort of her mother.

It’s not like we’ve been besties – they are a whole different type all together, them and soul sisters, but that’s for another day. My womb buddy and I have always, ALWAYS had time for one another and more than that we have WANTED to spend time with one another, no matter what point we are at in our lives.

She’s studying to be a midwife. I don’t understand that life choice but does that matter? Hells no!

I often have a couple drinks too many and embarrass her (and the human species in general) in public but does she hold that against me?! I’m pretty (99%) sure not!

It’s pretty great to have a friend like that in your life. I’m writing this because she just celebrated her 20th birthday on the weekend (at which I did indeed have a couple of bevies…). It was great being able to see how much of a beautiful (inside and out) person she has become, how thoughtful, intellectual and damn right fun she is. I feel blessed to have such a special person in my life. Other friends have come and some have gone but having a bond like this can never be replaced.

Hannah- my womb buddy and I

P.S Can I guess that this totally gave away that I don’t have a sister- tell me, is it the same with a sister?!