And it was pretty heavenly, I have to tell you.
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This week, Mamamia Publisher and Founder Mia Freedman’s telling us about that time she stopped giving a shit…
Last week I ran away from home for a few days.
I haven’t felt the need to do this for a while but last week I really really needed to get away and just be somewhere where I could close the door to wee. Not that you need to do that in a hotel room when you’re ALL ALONE but you know what I mean. Solitude.
It’s something that can be hard to navigate in a marriage and as a mother.
We’re launching our new website Debrief Daily in a couple of weeks and in preparation, I’ve been doing presentations to advertisers and media with our Sales Director, Kylie Rogers.
Here we are in a newspaper article announcing the site’s launch:
The presentations took us to Melbourne for two nights and then Brisbane for an afternoon.
It was pretty heavenly, I have to tell you. On Thursday morning though, after two nights catching up with Melbourne girlfriends Wendy Squires and Virginia Trioli and eating pizza washed down with cocktails (this is always my go-to girlfriend meal), I was ready to come home. On the way back to Sydney from Melbourne, however, I had to go via Brisbane for one more presentation. And lunch with my beloved Bec Sparrow.
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I knew I had some time to kill in Brisbane before the presentation so I decided to fly up in tracksuit pants and a t-shirt with no makeup. Time to sort that shit out when I arrived, I thought.
Not so much.
With the conveyor belts broken at Melbourne airport and nobody able to check in their luggage, the flustered airline workers eventually just started shouting, “LEAVE YOUR BAGS OVER HERE” and pointing to a spot in the middle of the terminal. And that’s when 900 stressed travellers who were already running late for their flight did. Some were smarter than me and took photos of their bags or bag tags. I just retrieved my laptop from my suitcase and headed through security, fairly certain I would never see my bag again.