If you know me, or have even spent more than five minutes nosing around this website you’ll know that I’m a big believer in being a tourist in your own town. And I’m sure that if you’ve spent any time on Pinterest or browsing the holiday pages in the Sunday paper you will have come across the term staycation. To those who haven’t already embraced the idea of ‘living and loving every moment’ a staycation is a thing you do where you do touristy things without leaving your own city. Sound familiar? That’s because it is. It is the very thing we’ve been aiming to do here by being tourists in our own towns. To me the term ‘staycation’ conjures up a completely different image than to other people.
So what does the term ‘staycation’ feel like to me? Staycation sounds like sleeping in, no appointments to run to, no house to clean, limited cooking to do and no guilt associated with taking the weekend off because I’m on staycation. To me a staycation sounds like a break from the real world. No one expects you to do any of those things when you go away on holidays, so why would you do them on staycation?
If you’re dreaming of having a break or are desperate for a little down time, you need to read on. Grab a cuppa, sit back and prepare to be inspired to find a weekend to kick back on and have your own staycation because here’s how it is done, Brunch Fuelled Vagabond style.
A proper, relaxing break takes planning and preparation. There is nothing less relaxing than being the one to do all the work or finding that you had intended to go for a swim in the pool but forgotten that you have to spend two hours fixing the filter first.
To prepare for your staycation you should do the following in the days leading up to your weekend off:
The Water’s Edge is my absolute favourite little place locally to have brunch. The food, the view and the relaxed atmosphere here make it an unbeatable spot to soak in the sun on a warm summer’s morning. The coveted lounge chairs right on the edge of the boardwalk are the best spot in the entire restaurant and, if truth be told, I have been known to move tables in the middle of a meal if one of these tables becomes available part way through the meal. The welcoming and comfortable atmosphere lends The Water’s Edge to feeling like a restaurant run by friends.
In summer we park a few kilometres away and walk along the lakefront or shore to The Water’s Edge, have brunch and, after a coffee and some time enjoying the view, walk back to the car. With Pelicans cruising by overhead, the laughter of children learning to paddleboard, the sun glinting off the water and the comforting thought that there is an ice-cream parlour within 30 metres, The Water’s Edge is the perfect setting for a morning in the sun. And when the sun is hiding you can enjoy the spectacular view with glass paneled walls to sit by to stay out of the wind and rain.
Primarily a fish restaurant, The Water’s Edge does breakfast/brunch surprisingly well. We were a little hesitant the first time we went for brunch knowing their superb lunch and dinner menu. I can say I was impressed with the selection and lack of fish on the breakfast menu. Their eggs benny is done to perfection and you can mix and match items from the menu – very important when the eggs benny doesn’t come with mushrooms as standard. To accompany your eggs and hollandaise, the choice of bacon, ham or salmon is yours. They even have berocca on the menu for those slightly headachy, might-have-over-indulged-with-the-girls-last-night mornings. (Not that I would know anything about that.)
I don’t know about you, but sometimes work feels never ending. And on just the odd occasion, I feel a little stabby too. One of the good things about my job is that I work alone a lot of the time. One of the bad things is that I work alone a lot of the time. It’s a vicious cycle. The introvert in me loves the solitude, the extrovert misses the company.
I spend hours on end in a windowless office staring at a computer screen coming up with new ways to tell the same story over and over with the end of the day always far too far away. It can make me a little despondent, tired and stir crazy. My hour long lunch break seems especially long on days that I’m working alone. I’d much rather have a shorter break and head home earlier so I can relax.
Not so long ago it occurred to me that I am looking at my break all wrong. I have an hour for lunch. That is inordinately long for a lunch break, especially for me. I’m used to not getting a break at all in my old job. I have a whole hour where there are no demands on my time. No children to look after. No boss to please. No husband to pay attention to. Nothing but my time in the middle of the day. So I started to do things that allowed me to enjoy my break time, instead of using it to mill around eating the minties we put out for clients and wishing I could go home sooner.
Last night was a long night. I won’t horrify bore you with the details of the darkness that kept me awake most of the night, suffice to say that I was almost a zombie when my hubby’s alarm woke me at 6 am. So now it is 6:30 and instead of being irritated that his alarm woke me when I was finally getting some sleep, I am grateful that he cares enough to help me find beauty in the morning.
Awareness of the colour of the light coming through the curtains was gradually penetrating* my foggy exterior but I had yet to rouse myself to look outside. Hubby came in and told me that the sunrise was spectacular and I should have a look at it. He pulled aside the curtains and after seeing the gorgeous golden sun stream through our window I couldn’t resist going outside to soak it in.
The sunrise making everything glow, the cool breeze on my face, the kookaburras heralding the dawn and the dew tickling my toes made me thankful just to be in that moment and chased away the night time terrors.
I’m properly mental. Not in the licking-windows-and-owning-57-cats way. More the suffer-from-a-generalised-anxiety-disorder-and-refuse-to-grow-up kind of way.
One of the things about that is that I have issues with perfectionism. Not that I’m perfect in any way or that things I do are perfect, more that I have trouble seeing anything I do as good enough, relinquishing control or starting things if I don’t think they will be as good as I want them to be.
I was practicing mindfulness at the beach yesterday while waiting for my daughter to be out of therapy (it’s not just me that is proper mental in my family)and a thought popped in to my head that I should have a section for mindfulness on my site. Then I thought that I couldn’t do it because I don’t have my proper camera with me. Then I thought about the fact that I haven’t found the voice I want to use to write this site. And then… Well you can see where this is going. But the end of the story is that I realised that it is my issue with perfectionism that is stopping me from really starting this site. And that I am not going to find my voice unless I actually start writing.
So here is. This is me starting the first post for Brunch Fuelled Vagabond. Even though I am convinced it is not going to be good enough.
And it about something I think we should do more of. Really experiencing the world we are living in. And the moment we are living in. Mindfulness.
Often when Ash is at her psychologist I will take a walk down to the beach, do some yoga or just sit and enjoy the sound of the waves crashing and children playing. Today I decided to turn left (much like Donna in Doctor Who but without the drastic earth changing results and creepy beetle).