It’s been a crazy few weeks: I moved house, a week after I decided to do so, then four days later I got my first houseguest, and then my second. And all of last weekend my house was filled with people from Mark Whitwell’s workshop. The excitement nearly finished me off, but I have just spent the weekend hiding out in my isolation tent and I am starting to feel better. I think I might even be able to write again! At least a Happy List. Baby steps.

So, le Happy List:

• Living alone. Bye bye clothes, hello wandering around in my undies. Yes, you now know more about me than you ever wanted to
• Lying on my couch, reading The Time Traveler’s Wife and listening to Belle and Sebastian
• Help from friends and family, specifically in organising my workshops in South Africa over the Easter holidays
• Booking my airticket to SA – first visit since I left almost two years ago! Wooot wooot
• Sleep. Finally got more than five hours, yessss. Even though I had to work on Saturday night to make that happen. And you thought yoga teachers just sat around drinking tea and meditating!
• Staying home. All day. Not talking to anyone. I need times of solitude periodically, to recharge my batteries, and it’s been an unattainable commodity lately
• Understanding friends, who don’t mind when I call them and tell them I won’t be joining in on planned activities, because I need to be alone
• When someone buys you cool stuff for your bedroom, just because. It’s not the actual stuff that excites me, but that someone thinks of me enough to GET me a gift in the first place, you know?
• Counting down the time till I see my beloved family, my godparents, and my BFF. It’s been too long, and so much has happened since we saw each other last
• Getting five free songs from eMusic on account of Valentine’s Day. I love those people. And you know what I did with those credits? I downloaded Juice Newton. Angel of the Morning and Queen of Hearts, the sweet sounds of my childhood
• Watching the sun setting at the beach. Which is Right. By. My. House. What was I thinking living far from the sea before? Now, I come out of my front door, I turn left, then left again, and there it is
• Eating icy poles, or, in South African parlance, ice lollies. The home made kind. Flavours so far: fresh orange juice, pineapple in unsweetened juice, home made apple puree with ginger and lime juice, Jalna Biodynamic Yogurt with Bush Honey. Mmmmmmmm
• A delicious, fancy, rather serendipitous lunch at Montelto Estate on the Mornington Peninsula
• Getting out of the city  on Friday night. To, unsurprisingly, the Mornington Peninsula
• Coffee. Good. Decaf. It’s not an oxymoron, you just have to know where to go. My new local will do nicely
• Breakfast on my balcony. It stills feels like I am on holiday every time I do it. Ditto dinner, when I get to eat that
• Having enough time to eat three meals a day. Who knew that could fall into the category of luxury?
• Kinesiology. Awaken Kinesiology, in particular. Seeing Kerry is like having a re-wire, just when I need it most
• Summer. I know it’s fading, but right now it’s hot and everyone is wearing short shorts and maxing their beach time