Same same but different

As sisters go, we don’t look very alike. Both with dark hair and eyes and well, that’s it. Sometimes I’m not even sure how two people could look, think, talk, dress and act so differently and yet still be so very, very much the same. Like our ability to have a conversation in 3 ‘eh?s’ and a shake of the head, our love of good food and drink, relaxing at home and most of all, a simple happy life. Something else we sisters have in common, is that we know where home is. With our family.

I’m the younger sister. An eighties child, a little on the too sensible side yet classically creative with an eye for stylish things (except perhaps when dressing myself). My hairdresser coming to my door every six weeks is possibly the only thing that saves me. And well, what make up?

On my return from a long stint studying, living, working, partying and bit more partying in Melbourne, I was lucky enough to meet Dancing Dave, the man that grounds me, my best friend and husband. After playing house for a few years, we’re now mama and papa to our little girls Bubby and Boo, and two little black cats Nellie and Poppet.

Dave and I initially lived in a tiny two bedroom cottage dubbed the ‘Slanty Shanty’ for its location on a very steep Hobart hill a minute or two out of the city centre. Unfortunately our quaint living quarters were not so desirable after the birth of our eldest daughter, Bubby and the ever growing number of Dave’s building tools under our bed. It was time to move on.

But why the same street as your sister you ask? Because I’m lazy would be my answer, but because I missed her would be the real one.

I make no secret that the ‘burbs where our Two Houses are situated is a whole 10 minutes too far from the city for me, but after failing to find something suitable closer, the modestly sized run down weatherboard house with a big bare backyard looked ideal for fixer-uppers like us. And it was only a mere five doors up the street from my sister. We’d found our new home.

BK (before kids), my sister and I would see each other more than regularly. Dinners, drinks, parties, dancing, sleepovers, markets and more – we’d be together. The day the eldest child in the Two Houses was born, I looked at my sister gazing down at the bundle that was Little G in her arms and knew our lives were never going to be the same. Of course all for good reason, but life just got more complicated. We still talked, texted and emailed constantly, but it wasn’t the same and nine months later as Bubby arrived on the scene, the frequency lessened even more. Now we are neighbours and the togetherness has returned.

The past couple of years in the Two Houses has brought us beautiful moments a plenty, with a closeness in us, our children, husbands and extended family that surprises most we meet. Along with the joy, we’ve had our share of some heart-breaking challenges, which have been so much more manageable thanks to the support of the community we’ve created.

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5 thoughts on “Same same but different

  1. Can’t wait for the next installment. You guys are lucky and fortunate you can live so close together. I don’t know how old your kids are but I know I struggle with parenting my kids in a world that is so different from when I/we were kids! Don’t you think it’s scary? I try to tell my son to go outside and play but all he wants to do is play minecraft on his computer!!

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    1. Thank you Kate, we do appreciate how lucky we are to live in our quiet neighbourhood. Our children are 4yrs, 3.5yrs and 7 months so are still quite happy to go play outside, although they do love to watch and play with the digital media when they can. The way they’ve taken to using technology like its their second nature amazes us everyday.

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