This is not my beautiful house!

So I'm human, and I change. I'm fickle, just the same as everyone else. A lot of things have changed, especially in the past few months. So I rebranded, just because I can! The previous name was revived in the absence of anything more suitable, and was associated with a period of history which is long-irrelevant, and being that I enjoy the company of the present and future, this never sat well with me. That's right blog, I never liked you, so I changed you. Who said it couldn't be done? Belzooka is a part of my 30+ life and reminds me of roller derby, maxi-cabs, leggings and Crème de Mûre. And change.

I mentioned change. Didn't I? I could have sworn I did. So I've been complaining for the last few years that there wasn't enough of this going around. Well, I am now living in Melbourne! I say living - I have only been here 4 weeks, and am currently staying in temporary accommodation, but I am working, house hunting, and made the move with a view to a longer term, so I like to think I'm on my way.

It is going pretty well. When I am not at work though, I am mostly extremely bored. In my usual fashion of turning a simple plan into a convoluted saga, two weeks before I was scheduled to go, a minor complication arose related to a prior medical condition, which has had little actual effect other than serve to exacerbate my boredom in two ways - I now can't drink, OR drive. For an "indefinite period" - or until I pay someone off to tell me otherwise! This coupled with the aforementioned temporary accommodation situation, and my other half still winding things up in Brisbane, is making me all kinds of crazy hermit lady. The first few weeks were very much focused on adjusting to the new job and environs. Now that I am finding a routine there, I am trying to find other activities to amuse myself in my spare time.

Before I made the move, I had decided it was time to tackle a new project, and that project, I decided, was making my own confectionery. Not quite the logical step you expected? Tell me about it!

My self-critic asked:
Why not do something you know a little about? Some craft thing maybe, you've surely picked up some transferable skills over the years? Let's face it girlfriend, your cooking skills are pretty ordinary. And sweets? Forget about it. Why do you want to embarrass yourself? I don't think I need to remind you about the biscotti.

Well, self-critic, to you I say:
Firstly, I'll have you know that I made a Cup-a-Soup the other day, and it was exquisite. I've just spent too much time in my comfort zone, and I'm looking for a challenge. I've sat too long in the shadow of my boyfriend and sister-in-law and their amazing and effortless fancy-pants culinary skills - and I think I am ready to find my own cooking niche. Or maybe it was from that time I was really tired and I watched Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory just before I went to bed. Also, YOUR NAILS LOOK UGLY!!!

So Project Cavity came about (yes, I do need to label everything with some dumb name to keep me engaged). I named it that in jest, but it has kind of stuck. It is still in the very early stages, experiencing a short hiatus to make time for all this "more important" business of relocation going on, and related crucial activities, including emotional eating and moping around because I miss my people. However, the last few days have seen a little more progress, the success of which is still undetermined, so I will wait to report further on that.