Yes that’s right, my mother is planning to visit me for two whole weeks next month. I’m actually really looking forward to it! (Yes, I know you’re reading this mum so I have to be nice, but I mean it, I really am looking forwards to you visiting) I’ve got so much planned for when she comes, I want to show her all that I can of Australia but also I want to show her that I can survive on my own.
I have been moved out of my parent’s house for 3 years now and in the last 5 years I have lived in 8 houses. So moving about isn’t something new to me. However, this is the first time I’ve been totally independent. I feel like I have had to grow up a lot this year and that I’ve outgrown my previous student way of life (see previous blog post). Not that students have a bad way of life, despite what the newspapers will have you believe; students aren’t all alcoholics’ draining money from the government, but I feel that now, I have started a new chapter in my life and with that has come a bit more maturity and a shift in priorities.
It’s funny how you think you’re as developed as you’ve ever going to be but then, later in life, you look back and realise how far you have come since then. In the last few months I feel I have had a growth spurt in my personal development and I’m better for it. I hope. But despite all that, I still want my mother’s approval. Maybe that’s something we never grow out of? Maybe it’s inbuilt that we always want to make our parents proud.
Whatever the psychology behind it, I’m excited and a bit nervous about mum coming. My mother and I have an interesting relationship. She knows I’m too stubborn to allow her to have power over my life so she respects my decisions and privacy. I would say we are like sisters but even that implies a hierarchy. We are more like friends that happened to live in the same house for 17 years. That sounds a little odd but it’s a relationship where I’m there for her when she needs me and she is there for me when I need her, as equals.
When I sent Mum what I had planned she had to remind me that she is in her 50s not her 20s even though I left out the bungee jump and the white water rafting! Also, Dad thinks that we will both get eaten or stung or bitten or something so I have to send my mum home back in pristine condition (maybe even with a little tan) to convince my dad that everything here isn’t just out to kill you. Ok I have been bitten by mosquitoes a lot but that’s about it. I’ve not even seen a jelly fish and certainly not seen a shark or a crock without looking for them.
The plan at the moment is to spend a few days in the city and then hire a camper and hit the south coast and do the great ocean road. I hope I can make it as good as I want it to be! I’ll let you all know how it goes!