Monday, February 14, 2011

Having a home.

Feeling at home in a new place... far out. It's a pretty nice feeling.

I've gone through a number of moves in the last year. Prahran to Sydney. Sydney to somewhere else in Sydney, to somewhere else in Sydney once again. And now to here, another place in Sydney.

The drive from Melbourne in the depths of a Red Bull/Coffee/Fatigue binge of insanity felt like a pretty dramatic moment in my life. A turning point that if played out in a movie would make for a perfect in montage to some indie song cute girls would post to their FB profiles...

But this last move, Gaw-damn, it's been the most awesomest.

Right now I'm sitting on a couch in the company of rad dudes, four beers down and watching Big Wednesday. As opposed to listening to a housemate talk about the famous people she knows during MasterChef before waking up to notes on the kitchen table with a list of the meticulous cleaning I needed to do for her house. Fuck.

Living in someone's house or living in a place you call home. The difference can't be underestimated. 5 Stars.

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