I’d like to think this cosmos of mine is a delightful eclectic collection of all things me. I love sharing my thoughts, even those that are a little hard to get into words. I love sharing my photography and admit I am no expert with a camera – I just love to point and click. It’s been awhile since I wrote a Haiku, or poem of any kind, but I’ll work at remedying that. I have been delighted at the response to some of my recipes and found joy in sharing the speeches I write for Toastmasters.
Throughout this journey of sharing that started almost four years ago when Dean and I were about to embark on our trip of a lifetime around Australia, I’ve made many friends within the WordPress blogosphere. I have often thought it would be delightful to meet some of these fellow bloggers in person. Alas though, many of them either live overseas or not within a reasonable driving distance.
And then I stumbled across Walking the Wombat.
I felt an immediate connection with the author of this delightful blog. Here was someone I could relate to, someone who claimed to be an amateur photographer, like me. Someone who likes to share her life experience, like me, and surprise, surprise, someone who lives in Queensland’s Great South East – just like me!
This was an OMG moment! Here was someone who lived in Brisbane – almost close enough to walk. Ok, distances in Australia are huge and I neither wanted to nor do I wish to walk to Brisbane from my home. But by car, it is only a 55 minute trip down the highway. Perhaps, one day, I might get to meet a fellow blogger after all and perhaps this blogger, Lucy, might like to meet me.
Fast forward a few months – that’s right, I hadn’t even been following her blog long – and I was heading to Brisbane to spend two days with our youngest daughter Melissa. I knew through her blog that Lucy worked within walking distance of Brisbane’s Central Station and I had a thought. As I was catching the train down to Brisbane, I could get off at Central, meet Lucy, then get back on the train to go another two stops to where I’d meet up with Melissa. This could work. This could be a chance to meet. I was excited.
I bit the bullet, so to speak, and asked Lucy if she’d like to meet me ‘face to face’! This was what (part of) my message said:
I’m not sure if this is a creepy stalker thing or not (ha, ha) but as I’ll be staying at Southbank, I thought perhaps this is a good opportunity to catch up and meet one another in person.
Let me know if you’d like to meet me. I won’t be offended if you’d rather not.
I pushed the send button and waited. And waited. And waited a little bit more.
But honestly, I didn’t have to wait that long. Lucy replied and not only did she say yes, she also said, “How exciting!”
How exciting indeed. Both of us were excited. This was perfect. What more could I want? And despite the fears expressed by her husband, a few of my friends, and (I now find out) the opened mouthed looks of horror from her work colleagues, we made our arrangements and enjoyed a lovely chat over coffee.
I had a giggle yesterday when I read what Lucy had to say about our clandestine meeting and if you’d like to know what she said, you can read her thoughts here – Stranger Danger – Wombat & Cosmos.
I do have to say that man of mine didn’t entertain any thoughts of stranger danger at all. As he dropped me off at the railway station for the 75-minute ride down to ‘the big smoke’, he merely said, “Have fun on your playdate with your little friend.”
Neither of us turned out to be strangers or stalkers and I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.