Our time in Fremantle is coming to a close. We fly back to Melbourne tomorrow. We have been here on and off since November. The longest stint started in December. Paul is originally from Perth, Western Australia. So we couldn't have chosen a better place to be sent for his work. We got to spend Christmas, Boxing day, NYE, Paul's birthday, Valentines day, and Easter, not to mention all the other birthdays and events we've had here with family and friends. I got to experience a real proper Aussie summer. It's MUCH warmer here than rainy ol' Melbourne. We've done our fair share of exploring around Perth and the surrounding areas. We even got in a holiday weekend away in beautiful Margaret River.
The feeling is bittersweet. I'm ready to go back to our 'home'. Bouncing between a hotel/serviced apartment has been a bit difficult. I'm not going to miss worrying about when housekeeping will randomly knock on the door. I definitely will not miss the terribly uncomfortable bed that leaves my whole body sore. One frustrated morning I had to scream out "STTTOOOOPPPP" to the assholes below (scuse the french). Every morning at 7am w/o fail they made an ungodly amount of noise. Now enough with the dramatics. I will miss being just down the road from everyone. I've been able to flex my crafting skills. Mum taught me how to knit. I've also made entirely too many flower crowns. Every Sunday we had market dates with the Dempsey's followed by bike dates around town. Most weekends have been filled with some sort of plans with friends or family. We've been lucky enough to have an amazing ocean view to wake up and go to sleep to everyday. The weather in Perth is to die for. There's also the vast amount of Fremantle people watching.
But all good things must come to an end. We've had a good seven month run. Paul has worked his ass off to complete this job. He's put in overtime nearly everyday and worked at least eight Saturdays. He's due for a bit of relaxation. We've got some more packing to do. Then we're airport bound tomorrow am, with a mimosa on the agenda prior to departure!
Look at those little feet!
The feeling is bittersweet. I'm ready to go back to our 'home'. Bouncing between a hotel/serviced apartment has been a bit difficult. I'm not going to miss worrying about when housekeeping will randomly knock on the door. I definitely will not miss the terribly uncomfortable bed that leaves my whole body sore. One frustrated morning I had to scream out "STTTOOOOPPPP" to the assholes below (scuse the french). Every morning at 7am w/o fail they made an ungodly amount of noise. Now enough with the dramatics. I will miss being just down the road from everyone. I've been able to flex my crafting skills. Mum taught me how to knit. I've also made entirely too many flower crowns. Every Sunday we had market dates with the Dempsey's followed by bike dates around town. Most weekends have been filled with some sort of plans with friends or family. We've been lucky enough to have an amazing ocean view to wake up and go to sleep to everyday. The weather in Perth is to die for. There's also the vast amount of Fremantle people watching.
But all good things must come to an end. We've had a good seven month run. Paul has worked his ass off to complete this job. He's put in overtime nearly everyday and worked at least eight Saturdays. He's due for a bit of relaxation. We've got some more packing to do. Then we're airport bound tomorrow am, with a mimosa on the agenda prior to departure!
Christmas with the Dempsey's. Having a celebratory mimosa.
Boxing day.
Cheeky monkey staring at the cookies.
Dweebs.
The Boxing Day boys.
Boxing day with Charlotte. We both wore our tutu's!
My birthday boy!
Hailey's strawberry shortcake party!
At the John Butler, Save the Kimberly concert.
Charlotte loved Uncle Freddy's beard on St. Pat's!
Feeding the duckies with Christian.
Van and Jordan blowing out her bday candles!
The first beach we hit in Margaret River.
The second beach and Paul's favorite.
Sunday Markets with the Dempsey girls!
Mum made it out that day for a coffee!
Charlotte cotton tail.
On Anzac day with the Submariner.
Sienna's Peppa pig bday party!
Uncle Paul being goofy with the boys.
One of the amazing sunrise views from our room.
Our last weekend in Freo, poppin' tags!
My main squeeze, trying to look 'cool'.
Now to finish packing...and convince Mr. F that we deserve an afternoon coffee today!
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