Chartreuse or turquoise cushions for the new sofa? Monday or Wednesday to meet up for coffee? And don’t even mention a trip away unless you can give me a full two weeks notice to search out and analyse every offer, destination, accommodation and local attraction.
Jas on the other hand, glides over all that. He saves his energy for the big decisions. The life-changing ones. And when he goes quiet I know my life is about to be turned upside down.
Take coming here to New Zealand.
On a chilly English evening I read aloud a newspaper article on the Auckland construction industry and its labour shortage. Call the number, he said, we’re going.
Whaaaat? But it’s on the other side of the world!
And now we’re making another change. Is it a mid-life crisis? Or the ‘itch’ that comes around with ominous regularity every seven years? Or something else altogether?
Over time our priorities have changed. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since nothing is intended to remain the same, but things that never used to bother me now do, while those I once stressed over I no longer care about. And so we're simplifying our lives and turning our backs - albeit temporarily - on our consumer-driven, magazine-enhanced, hedonistic lifestyle. The one that offers me what I want, when I want it, regardless of hour of the day or season of the year. Farewell wine bars, restaurants and shopping delights of Ponsonby Road! Adieu alfresco lunches down at Wynyard Quarter, and the deli section in New World, Franklin Road. Believe me when I say I will think fondly of you all from our idyllic location on a very remote Pacific island in the Kingdom of Tonga, where for three months or so we have the envious task of looking after a small boutique resort during it’s closed season.