Dear Jerome (Merome) (Dear Mitch)

11th August 2023

Dear Jerome,

Shall I tell you about Australia and New Zealand? I took a trip there, and only got back a few days ago, with both a tan and negative hours of sleep.

I shall be a hibernating bear to gain it all back.

In that time, I was put off having a baby forever, probably would've been eaten by a shark had I gone swimming, and got hit on too much.

So, to start this off...

I visited my family down there for a few days, hanging out with them. I made a trip to Sydney, where I had a lot of fun and underwent too much tanning for my own good. I always said we should go together, but we somehow never went.

You don't know what you missed out on.

Beautiful scenery, Darling Harbour, the Opera House, the aquarium... I think you catch my drift. I hung out with some koalas at the wildlife center thing next to the aquarium, and they didn't poop on me, which was nice. I'm not quite sure the water in Bondi was safe though, so I refrained from going there.

I went to Brisbane next, and stayed at Lachlan's place, who, by the way, still has the fish.

That is the biggest regret I have ever had.

Not only are babies prone to pooping their pants, they cry a lot. And that is a huge understatement.

I guess I forgot how it was since it's been a long time since Connor has been that young. Plus, the walls were so much thicker at home, so it meant that I could sleep through all the crying.

At one point, they (Amanda and Lachlan) left me alone with Ben while I was sleeping, probably to go get some breakfast? Next thing I know, I'm being woken up by an angry baby, who, I kid you not, looked like a tomato. Suddenly, I have to rush around and figure ot what's wrong. I try feed him. Nope. I try change his nappy. It's fine. I try burp him. NOTHING. I'm running around for a solid hour to calm the screamer down.

Then they get home, and I kid you not, Lachlan grabs this toy which was a metre away from Ben when he hears the crying, and Ben shuts up immediately.

I'm so so done.

I spent two days there before Lachlan and I decided to go skiing in New Zealand.

I remember you said you would go once, but couldn't find the time. I'd tried begging you to go a few more times after that, as I'd never been either, but you simply couldn't.

Lachlan and I flew down to Queenstown, where we stayed for a week. During the trip, he called Amanda and Ben every single night, whether it be for a few minutes or a few hours.

He also insisted on going to Ferg's Burgers every single day, never mind that there were a whole bunch of other places to eat.

Gosh, the boy can sometimes be such a fish.

We went skiing on The Remarkables, and went up the gondola as well. The view was absolutely awesome, and so was going down the luge after.

I just wish you'd been there to savour the experience with me.

We also took a trip down to the Shotover river, but couldn't actually go down it since it had frozen over, which sucked. Still, it was amazing to get in touch with my inner Lord of the Rings fan.

After that, we travelled up to the North Island. It's so weird how the country is split into north and south. We went to a place called Matamata for a few days as well. That was also where The Hobbit was filmed, and it was as beautiful as the movies suggested. No Peter Jackson, though...

Damn, is this what all the fangirls sound like?

I FEEL MYSELF GETTING LOST TO THE DARK SIDE. HELP!

Anyway...

I was there, and I was just kinda thinking about us, and you, and me. I decided that, should we ever be friends again, I'm taking you here with me.

Love you long time,
Mitch.

I have no excuses this time, other than writing a short thing called "After I Died".

Also, how many of you would be interested in reading a Pack/mostly Merome fanfic where the majority of the Pack are students, minus Jerome, who is a teacher?

Shine bright!

Amber