treesinthewind_275_275.jpgSure, I’m working now, moved out, independent.


I go home Wednesday night – tonight, and find there for me some mail. I open that mail and stare in horror as my mind flicks from the numbers on the paper to the numbers in my bank account.

Rego and Insurance. Horrible.
I count more numbers in my head and they don’t add up.

Geoff comes and we count more numbers and they do add up but it’s a rough estimate and there sure isn’t much left over. All that ‘much left over’ has to pay for food and petrol and train tickets.

It’s going to be a very tight month and a half.

I’m thinking of just asking people for money for my 21st….

Woe is me who has to get over it and really live like a frugal dutchy.


lounge1.jpgI didn’t keep up my box and bag count during the move, but I did get there and in almost one trip (with a couple of vehicles). I’ve now been living out of home two weeks. I’ve cooked and eaten with Isobelle – my housemate – a grand total of three times, maybe even just two. I’m loving the place, the pace and the freedom.

For a few photos you can go check out my flickr account.

We made ourselves at home very quickly, lived the first week without any kind of table and should be upgrading from bar fridge to real fridge this evening – which will be slightly brilliant as I’m getting sick of lying the milk flat.

As you must have worked out, the internet is working and everything else is and continues to be lovely and wonderful and all those other adjectives… except for my coffee plunger which shattered when it fell of the kitchen bench.



(Look what I found in drafts!)

To snatch the last few minutes of my lunch break…

As Geoff mentioned, he saw Notes on a Scandal the other night and coincidentally, so did I.

The film is absolutely brilliant. Creepy. Weird. Cringy. Adrenaline producing.

Geoff was struck by the ‘old people/lonely’ thing where as I clued in to the absolute rampant instance of emotional manipulation.

I know what it’s like to be both an observer, a middle-man and I’m sure even a participant in an emotionally manipulative situation. And it’s horrible (a pretty clear theme in the movie) when it gets out of hand or even tries to creep in under the splits in a little miscommunication and unexplained expectation.

This is rooted in selfishness and fear.

I hate it for what it does to both parties.

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