My parents are strangers..

and they always have been. But things are slowly changing for the better. I suck horribly at phone communication. I am extraodinarily super bad at it. My mum suffers because of this. I hardly get a chance to go down to the coast to see her, and in the times when I am free, I am not in the mood to sit on the phone without some type of visual feedback as to what's going on. So over the course of well, 25 years, I've given my mum the cold shoulder on the phone. Obviously, this transfers across to other areas and she always thinks that I just don't like talking to her and that I think she is boring.

This is far from the truth.

So on the Saturday just past, she managed to come up to Brisbane to visit for a day. She caught a ride with her partner Dominic (next post the dead dog story) and she had from 10am till 'whenever' to spend with me. After the first hour, she's like- hey if you need to go you can go. After the second hour, the same, and so on and so forth. We have breakfast at some inner city cafe that did some fairly nice eggs benedict, and had a midmorning beer with each other, then a cruise around the botanical gardens while we talked, and some sitting, as well as some window shopping... and I learnt a LOT about my family. wow- it's times like this when I think back on my childhood and think, what the hell I was such a spoilt brat, I thought I knew everything, I thought I was sooo much smarter than they were. Now I see it again in a totally new light, and I'm ashamed of myself for ever thinking that and for asking for so much from them when I was young. Anyway, we had some very nice korean food afterwards, and 6hours passed by at a fairly leisurely pace.