Andrew and I are totally different morning people. My alarm goes off in the morning and I’m wide awake, feeling good, ready to start the day. When the alarm goes off for Andrew he complains, pulls the covers over his face, presses snooze too many times and when he finally is up, mutters how much he hates mornings. Sometimes I find him in the bedroom, sitting on the bed, one sock on his foot, the other in his hand, with his eyes closed. When I say, ‘What are you doing?’ He jolts out of sleep and lets me know for the millionth time, he hates mornings.
This morning, for the first time in 6 years, Toby and I watched Andrew get ready for uni. It started off with the whole morning debacle. Then Andrew grabbed a shirt off the floor, sniffed it, said, ‘That’ll do,’ ate breakfast while he packed his uni books into his bag, put his stethoscope around his neck, patted his bed hair down, realised he needed to do his hair this morning, kissed us goodbye and left.
Now that I am in Adelaide and seeing Andrew go through his new motions, it is very surreal. When I am in Melbourne, living life as per usual, I know Andrew is here living his new life, but it doesn’t really seem real because I’m not witnessing him get up each morning and go to uni and come home and study all night. I know he does it because we talk about it on the phone and he explains what happened in class that day, what he learnt about, what his tutors are like. But witnessing him this morning made it feel more real, and kind of like a joke. I mean, this man is back in the world of being a uni student and it’s strange.
Anyway, that was my morning. It’s 9:23am now and Toby and I have the whole day ahead of us, we aren’t too sure what we are going to do. I am going to try and work on preparing myself for my new life here in Adelaide which will happen at the end of the year. It is very different to Melbourne and I have a feeling the transition is going to be harder than I thought.