I am good at having perfect make-up when it’s really not needed and looking like a train wreck when I actually need to dress up.
I am good at making cd mixes that no one else thinks are as good as I do.
trust.
the first day my parents admit that they are truly happy for me to finally be with someone decent and i haven’t spoken to him in ages, so much so that i’m starting to doubt whether or not he still wants me.
feck.
watching neighbours to make your life seem less dramatic, thinking back to the days when you used to wish you’re life was more exciting. oh, how i regret ever wishing this on my life, it’s not even that dramatic, apart from the occasional boyfriend forgetting to mention he was engaged and possibly married. if only i could definitely find out whether or not i’m the rebound…
I am good at making pillows out of living things and promptly falling asleep.
when i think about the location in which i used to consider home, i realise now that it is different. over the years it changed frequently, it’d be the beach, or the bush, or the snow, but the location which i now realise is my true home never occurred to me as anything more than a home-away-from-home.
as i sit here, and think about the devestation caused by floods in Fiji over the past week, i realise i care more about this place and the people in it than i cared about the original ‘homes’ - bushfires, floods, storms, whatever it never seemed to impact me as much as the current flooding in Fiji.
i want to go back, for partially selfish reasons and also some very un-selfish reasons, i miss my boy, and my best friend, as well as the extended family i’ve created for myself, i also crave working and helping in the schools.
and for the record, never in my life have i ever considered skipping snow seasons, i miss my home enough to not go back to buller, what the fuck has happened to me?






