Ballin' in Bondi

Before I blog any further, I want to make a formal apology for the absence of any new blog posts this past week. I know, I know – I promised at least two posts a week, but sometimes I fall lazy, or the creative juices aren’t flowing as well, or maybe my personal life decided to become a priority…. Psshh. Mainly the reason I haven’t been blogging is because the internet at my current living accommodation has been suuuuper slow.  So slow it’s painful.  Dontcha hate it when technology fails you?

Anyways, I shouldn’t be worrying about slow internet for too much longer because I am moving out of my current housing and into an amazing flat in Bondi Beach.  Cue the jealousy… now:

• I am a 15-minute stroll to Bondi Beach. As in, it only takes 15 minutes from when I leave the front stoop of my flat until my toes are engulfed with the soft Bondi sand. 
• My flat is on top of a cute flower shop.  It’s just like how you picture it in the movies: I’m sitting in the window at dawn sipping a cup of tea while the morning breeze lifts the scent of roses and jasmine into the air of my flat. 
• A fresh market is only a block away. Fresh mangos, passion fruit, kiwis, apples, star fruit, pineapple, tomatoes, AVOCADOS  etc… all at the convenience of a short skip from my flat.
• Surfer boys. Bondi is known to be, not only a tourist location for everyone and anyone, but also it’s  a very popular beach for beautiful surfers. So. many. surfers. [And yes, I am in the market for someone to teach me to surf. Only qualification – must be cute, and Australian.]
• My flat is purple – yes, PURPLE!
• I get to witness Bondi shenanigans from only my window. The apartment is on the main stretch to Bondi, therefore, we tend to have a good stage for people watching – which is an extracurricular of mine. 

I have officially moved all of my clothes into the Bondi flat, I just need to tie up loose ends at my other location before I move for good. The big transition is occurring this week – slowly but surely.  Everyone knows that I am a special kind of packer (aka I need all the help I can get), so it has been difficult trying to plan when I should lug 75 kilos of clothes and etc across town.  YES, I KNOW – I OVERPACK! OKAY GOSH! But like I said, I only have little stuff keeping me in Elizabeth Bay, and will be an official resident of Bondi Beach by this weekend.