Weary memory

Tomorrow will mark one year since I left Melbourne. I don't know why I still feel sad about leaving, but I do, there was somehting quite disapointing about the way it all wrapped up - I recall standing outside my Grandparent's (grace's and eddie's) house waving goodbye to Yasmin and Kim as they pull away in a marone Holden. It's too early, and I'm too tired and too hung over and upset and clutching onto a CD that kim had compiled while she was in hongkong. I remeber not being able to go back to sleep, and listening to alot of Joanna Newsom, and then speaking to thom on MSN.

I call Clare in July, after a breif 10 day holiday there. its been about 6 months, and I'm in the departure lounge, and they are in Safeway at 11.30 am shopping for sleepover food. It was a decent trip, and we'd all hung out, and I'd talked alot about my new job, but I guess It'd firmed up that I wasn't really going to be such a big part of their lives anymore. It felt a bit strange. But we talked and laughed a bit. Sometimes it was really good, and at othertimes there was just this obligationary sense that held us together inspite of the occasional droughts.

I spent tonight worrying about the work I'd be doing tomorrow; I'd accidentally spoke to an old aquaintance on MSN, which turned out to be a good thing.

A friend from college called, and told me he was coming down for a few days. I think I suprised him when I said that I wasn't plannig on going back in a hurry. Neither is Jamie. I think she misses home a bit too, but is insistant on staying on in America; after all, She is going to meet Sufjan Stevens backstage.

Anyway this entry is just to remind anyone who still reads this drivel that I do remeber, I do miss you, and I do still have feelings in my left leg.


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