Much to my mother-in-laws concern, my husband and I decided to delay having unprotected sex until after this years planned trips to Fraser Island and New Zealand. I was not keen to deal with potential morning sickness in a remote location with no amenities or on all day/night commutes in captive compartments. She said "I would get through it" and may be I would have, but more than anything, I wanted to cherish some GOLD OLD friendships in champagne style.
When I moved to Brisbane for university at the age of 18, I knew a hand full of people not very well. It was an exciting, scary and emancipating time. Funnily enough it was not through university that I meet new friends, but through the intensities of sharehouse living, the bonds of sporting teams and the good times at our local watering hole and place of casual employment for many friends (a.k.a our second lounge room, ‘The Alley Bar’ - we used to say "all roads lead to The Alley").
It was during these experiences that I meet and formed lifetime ties to some very special people. However, as life rolled on, many of these friends moved away for work, adventure or love and it is only during holidays and special events that I have the opportunity to see them face-to-face now.
Our trip to New Zealand was very special indeed. We shared in the wedding of an historic friend, old house-mate, team-mate, fellow doctorate comrade and MC at our own wedding 8 years ago. We had only meet his partner a couple of times, but the picture of compatibility was crystal in their refraction of warm, independent and joyful colours. We revelled in 3 days of active celebrations for a wonderful couple, in a stunning location.
A bonus associated with our New Zealand trip was the opportunity to also catch up with another couple of old gold friends who moved to Tasmania early this year; one in particular for without whom, their would be no prospective future baby. By which I mean, my husband and I owe our saved relationship to this friend, who during our rocky time, engaged with us in a weekly 'Kooking Klub' (i.e. rotating cooking duties between our houses with allocated recipes). At the time Kooking Klub was the only thing left that my husband and I had in common and I knew that if I, or our friend walked away then my marriage would probably be over. Although I wanted to quit Kooking Klub then, to end the subjection of our friend to the horror of our deteriorating relationship, I didn't and presumably neither did he because he had a deeper happier history with us.
It is often the people around us that make or break us and while new friends may be like silver, old friends are gold and worth the value of it when they are by our side during both our highest highs and lowest lows. Making it to Fraser Island and New Zealand this year and having the capacity to celebrate life and love with my close friends was GOLD. Now it's business time!
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