not sleeping enough....
thinking about ex too much....
wanta get out, go sit on a mountain somewhere.....
thinking of grabbing my tent and heading down to kosciosko (try spelling that correctly without checking)....
think i might head up to the NT for a week of so in a month too, go and check out the katherine gorge or something.....
holidays.....
time off.....
timeout....
i need it....
to get realigned......
work out what the plan is.....
thinking about ex too much....
wanta get out, go sit on a mountain somewhere.....
thinking of grabbing my tent and heading down to kosciosko (try spelling that correctly without checking)....
think i might head up to the NT for a week of so in a month too, go and check out the katherine gorge or something.....
holidays.....
time off.....
timeout....
i need it....
to get realigned......
work out what the plan is.....
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i would have thought it'd be kind of defiant, like fuck you hurricane we can still party...
It was like that, but there was also an air of sadness that seems unshakable. Everyone's a luttle quieter, a little more tired-looking, you know? I'm very torn about it, but I suppose I was when I lived there before the hurricane. I had a love/hate relationship with the city, as I've said many times before. And now I feel in part that I should have stayed, and I do want to go back and live there again. I think mostly that the sentiment is sincere, although no doubt influenced by the fact that I absolutely hate where I'm living now. However, another part of me feels like I've left, I'm gone, and I don't have a place there anymore. It's a very confounding matter, to say the least.