Monday, July 16, 2012

leeched.

Well my friends, it finally happened.

After years of summers swimming in the lake at my Grama's house in Michigan, fearing the dreaded leech, and years of summers on the long road trip back to Florida thanking my lucky stars I, once again, avoided being leeched- it happened. Not swimming in my Grama's lake... but peeing in the bush.  

Yes, the pregnant lady HAD to go and the distinct lack of suitable bathrooms located out in the middle of nowhere Queensland leaves you with no choice but to pop-a-squat anywhere you can. I just happened to do so in the wrong place- resulting in a leech attached to my ankle. However, if you are going to get a leech attached to your body while peeing in the woods, your ankle is definitely where you want to find it!!  

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[a few hours after my brave husband removed said leech from my ankle]

After a few hours of driving around the bush and checking our bodies for more possible leeches, we stopped by the river for a BBQ lunch.

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Hot sausages and cold beer. Doesn't get anymore Australian than that mate.

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After lunch we found the REAL muddy tracks.

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After watching a few other strangers face the mud, we headed straight in ourselves.

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Isn't funny to think how much marriage changes you? And by changes you I certainly don't mean in a bad way. I mean in a way that you never expected or could have imagined because you didn't even know that kind of life existed before. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would live in a place where people find driving around the bush, through deep muddy tracks and down scary rock slopes an exciting way to spend your Sunday, much less marrying a man who lives for it.

But then again, he probably never imagine marrying a woman who loves to craft, enjoys playing on her macbook pro for hours at a time and lights a candle every time she walks in the door.

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As much as I miss my old life and living in the US, I equally love the way my eyes have been opened to new ideas and experiences since living here in Australia.

One of the first questions I get when I meet new people is how I ended up here in Australia. After a cliff notes version of the last 4ish years of my life, 9 times out of 10 I get a shocked look followed by a comment about how brave I am. And while sometimes I feel extra homesick and wish we could move back to my home tomorrow, 9 times out of 10 I think about how lucky I am to have parents who supported my decisions, a stepson who keeps me on my toes and an amazingly lovely husband who works so hard to make sure I am happy all while challenging and constantly surprising me with new things.

So if that means spending my weekends in the mud, listening to Max and Byron point out EVERY SINGLE CAR we drive by while running errands and getting a leech stuck to my ankle every now and then, well bring it on I say!







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