Things I’ve come to realise since moving to Newtown:

• I never really belonged in Windsor. Or Wagga. My new neighborhood feels comfy already and I’ve barely moved in.
• I kinda really like the new TV on the Radio album.
• Walls can be Very Serious Business.
• The M5 is just as busy from 6:30AM to 7:30AM as it is from 7:30AM to 8:30AM.
• Ditto the M7.
• There are not enough hours in each day to do everything ones wants to do. Well, this one. Like work and driving home from work and cooking and eating dinner and watching The Daily Show and showering and playing with the cat and talking to and/or hugging the boy and doing washing and/or washing up and talking to my mum on the phone and going for a walk and fucking around on the interwebs. I reckon if I could have another, I don’t know, 6 hours a day I’d be sweet. Or maybe 8. Yeah. 8 would probably be enough.
• Sometimes when you search your wee brain and you think there might be nothing, there’s actually something. Buried way down deep below there is something, and all it needs is a push and it’ll find its way out.
• I shouldn’t feel guilty for enjoying life the way I’m enjoying it now. I am happier then I have ever been in my whole entire life, and it isn’t to do with any one thing in particular, but it’s more about finding a place where I FIT like I’ve never fit before. And not in any one sense. In every single sense. And I should feel like I deserve it.
• I also shouldn’t feel bad for losing myself in it utterly and completely. At least for a little while. Those emails and texts from people insinuating I might have fallen off the edge of the earth are slowly starting to be answered. I’ll get there eventually. I’m just reveling now is all.
• Hooray for housewarming parties!
• There can never be enough sleep.
• Sleep now.

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