The festive season becomes twenty thirteen.

Happy new year! I didn’t exactly forget to blog in December, I just did a really good job of procrastinating from it. Which is ridiculous, because it’s not something I have to do, it’s something I want to do. Ridiculous. My dad kicked my butt into action while I was in Perth for Christmas.

Dad: “I’ve been reading your blog!”

Me, shocked: “Really? I haven’t written anything in a while…”

Dad: “I know, I check it every week! I bookmarked it!”

Dad isn’t big on technology, so when he does show some interest, momentum must continue to build. Hi, dad! Dad surprised us more than once during our Perth Christmas break, for example:


Tour shirts.

On top of my dad’s left-fielders, I had a great week in Perth with my siblings. I hadn’t been to Perth for years, so I took the opportunity to do a little bit of exploring. An afternoon of browsing solo in Leederville was followed by some discoveries in Mt Lawley, and my brother did an excellent job of “tour guide” in his free time. Christmas and Boxing Day were both spent out at my dad’s place in the foothills, and I’m not exaggerating when I say we spent at least half our time in the pool, weathering the forty-degree heatwave.

I missed my little Hobart home so much! After an overnight flight home (why do I punish myself this way?), I had only twenty-four hours of normal (accustomed) life before I was heading out of town again, but this time to the Falls Arts & Music Festival at Marion Bay to bring in the new year. Months ago, I applied to be a festival volunteer, and I was delighted to be accepted.

Fairly epic.

Fairly epic.

The weekend was huge. I ended up rostered onto Artist Gate, which isn’t quite as star-studded as it sounds, but it was an excellent task to be assigned (far better than Green Team or Loo Crew, sorry guys). When I wasn’t on shift, I was eating tempura mushrooms and/or sitting under the big top in the main arena, gazing out at the ridiculous view. Oh, Tasmania. You never fail to fill me with awe.

As much as I loved Falls, I was still very happy to pack up my tent and hit the road after the staff party last night, rather than stay one more night. My little cat was pretty stoked to see me and I was overjoyed to sleep in my big, sturdy bed in my quiet house after a weekend of tent-battering winds and noisy festival punters.

As for the bigger picture, I am so looking forward to finding out what 2013 has to offer me, and what I have to offer to the world. I am still full of complete joy to be here, and after this crazy festive season I’m looking forward to settling back into the little routine I’ve been establishing down here. Here’s to a bright and rewarding year, for all of us!

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