Listening to ‘A Whiter Shade of Pale’ on a stinking hot Melbourne summer night. I know that this isn’t even the highest heat I’ll experience.
I am missing my damn friends in Christchurch. I am also surrounded by boxes of stuff… Everything I now own fits behind a couch. That, I admit is really fucking weird. Especially all my friends who have ever helped me move will acknowledge this.
I’m glad though, I have more confidence now, and am in a ‘better’ place that I didn’t breakdown in tears like I did on the last night I had in Christchurch on the 1st of February 2010. Surrounded by unpacked items, realising my life was summed up in a huge pile of… things.
I think I’ll go back to my music and watching old episodes of QI and Buzzcocks. I at least know what keeps me happy now.