18th July 2016
Welcome back to the Coromandel!
I imagine this is what everyone said to me as I unpacked my car and restarted my life in the middle of nowhere.
Packing up my bedroom in Auckland was the worst thing ever. I lived on the second storey of my house, which meant I had to troop up and down the stairs many, many times before my car was packed. My back was aching, my legs were sore, and I was a sweaty mess by the middle of the afternoon. Needless to say, I was very over it by the time my car was packed at 4pm. I think all the packing messed with my brain because I decided 4pm was the perfect time to join the rush hour traffic to get to Papakura. It took me two and a half hours, but I finally got there.
Part of me is glad that I moved when I was ten weeks pregnant, but it was still tiring.
Now I live in Kuaotunu, which is a small town on the Coromandel Coast. It is taking a while to settle in, but I can finally see the allure of this small town. Do I see myself living here forever? Well, no. I don’t think I can, but I do see the perks of raising a baby in a community like this. I’ve been here for a few days, but people have been so lovely to me and have sworn they would look after my baby whenever I needed a break.
My back is still so sore. I swear it’s getting worse. It was a sunny day, so I decided to take the dog for a walk on the beach. She was running around and having a fantastic ol’ time. I struggled behind her for a few hundred metres before I realised I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even walk my own dog, and that frustrated me the most. So, guess who is putting themselves on a self-inflicted bed rest? Me!
Maybe after I finish unpacking the rest of my things.
The rest of the week passed in an eat-nap-study-sleep routine. Not very entertaining, but highly productive. Being ten weeks pregnant definitely isn’t as exciting (thank goodness) as the last few weeks have been. I’m definitely not complaining about it.
I’m not a crazy person after all.
I think a few relaxing weeks is exactly what I need.