Hay up, I’ve moved house… again! I am now living in what will be my house for the rest of my degree, which seems pretty crazy. It might be a bit of an understatement to say I love it. Although I’ve been here over a week and the boiler is still a mystery to me. I think it always will be. I’ve been pretty busy over the last month, what with the Christmas period, going away and working. So, I’ll give you a little round up.
I often get asked questions about living in Australia, so I thought I’d compile a handy list of the most frequently asked questions. I’m afraid I don’t have much insight on living anywhere other than Sydney!
Needless to say doing a season is not for the faint hearted there’s a lot of hard work involved just to get a few more hours on the mountain, and let me tell you working on a hangover is not fun. There’s a lot of toilets to scrub, dishes to be polished and arses to be licked; but if your game, then without a doubt it will be the most fun filled 5 months of your life.
First things first…
Well it’s been a hectic two weeks and I don’t know quite where to start but I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. So slightly over two weeks ago my younger brother and I set off to Chamonix. Chamonix, the mountain mecca of Europe, the town below Mont Blanc, with views you’d never get bored of and a pollution problem bigger than the town. But for me Chamonix houses something slightly more important, Georgina! She’s there for the summer and invited me to visit with pals. And as i’ve learnt it’s best never to pass up these invites! So Tom, Rosie and I headed to Chamonix for the week.
This weekend my mother is racing in the European Middle Distance Triathalon Championships. Try saying that 10 times fast! And I couldn’t be more impressed. For the first time in her life she has listened to a coach and actually done what they say, with only a couple of minor blips. It seems to have paid off, she’s got to 3 days before race day uninjured and without being completely exhausted. Some people would might even suggest she’s peaking in fitness just at the right time… MADNESS I KNOW!
It’s coming up to that time of year again, birthday time! Another lap round the sun, during which a full 365 days have passed. At this point I often stop to ask myself, what have I done this year? Was it a year wasted? I’m coming up 22 now, and as my mother kindly told me “22 is kind of the age where you start thinking you have to have your shit together”. My shit still isn’t together.
So I’m officially on my third round of “mid-season” blues and these ones are hitting harder than the previous two. I haven’t really wanted to go out, I’ve not wanted to ski (which let me tell you is highly out of character) and I’ve been spontaneously bursting into tears in the kitchen. At the moment all I want to do is go home, go to yoga and eat a salad. However, I’m not going to dwell on that. I’m going to tell you about my best days of the season. And hopefully that will help me get out of this downwards spiral! In no particular order my favourite days are: