home is where the money is
well it would be a lie to say that I am not happy to be at home - although now quite as exciting or "free" as the travelling life it isn't a bad thing to see my bank balance move upward. then there's the much needed re-organisation of my computer for this years studious activites; a task with which I can happily kill hour upon hour of time.
technically, however, I am no longer a nomad so therefore this post is rather redundant. it is proper that i write retrospectively of my last month in perth (a time that evoces a mixture of melancholy, bemusement and outright fear). it is well known now that I made it accross the pacific on a standby united flight from hell after a last minute flight and dash from new york. not only did the electronics in my row fail to work, but a loud-mouthed adelaideian woman infront of me proceeded, as a consequence and as part of some apparent recompense, to get extremely drunk and incomprehensibly more loud-mouthed. i can legitimately identify her as the single worst case of verbal diorreah ever encountered by living man. and seeing as i had drained my ipod battery escaping from evangelical red-jumpsuit-christmas-fever-'wild animal church banquet'-fundraiser middle american woman on my "america west" flight from ny to la, i was forced to lipread 3 terrible movies which i can't remember in the dark on my 13hour flight to sydney.
so 2 days in sunny nsw, then a flight to perth via adelaide landed me in warm and sorry perth. the day after I arrived lucy's mum died after 6 months of agonising lung cancer (and 24 months of progressive deterioration). the following month was quite emotionally stressful. without doubt one of the more horrible times i've had to endure, not to mention watch lucy endure. funnily enough there is not really much i have to say about that time in perth - other than it was regretfully spent looking after lucy's psychotic uncle's place and his dog. would have been fine if he didn't email us every day in a nervous fit, or if his 20year old mercedes wagon wasn't a hunk of junk and didn't blow its head gasket while we were driving it (apparently). anyway that little escapade is still creeping its way into "normal" life back here. a brief and painfull encounter with a bee (bzzzz bzzzz, you know) last week cost me about $100 in wages and a game of waterpolo because my foot doubled in size. and a general apathy when it comes to my research for my thesis is going to have to subside soon because semester starts in less than a month....
In truth the reason I'm writing this illegal post is so that december and january can archive themselves into neat little downloadable web pages for my nostalgia file. don't think i could face reading all of my entries from start to finish simply becasue of their length, might be worth trudging through it to see if it's worth turning into some kind of faction travellers tale.
goodbye world. until the next. and thanks for reading - email me if you have travel plans for post-november this year. i will most likely be rearing to go
technically, however, I am no longer a nomad so therefore this post is rather redundant. it is proper that i write retrospectively of my last month in perth (a time that evoces a mixture of melancholy, bemusement and outright fear). it is well known now that I made it accross the pacific on a standby united flight from hell after a last minute flight and dash from new york. not only did the electronics in my row fail to work, but a loud-mouthed adelaideian woman infront of me proceeded, as a consequence and as part of some apparent recompense, to get extremely drunk and incomprehensibly more loud-mouthed. i can legitimately identify her as the single worst case of verbal diorreah ever encountered by living man. and seeing as i had drained my ipod battery escaping from evangelical red-jumpsuit-christmas-fever-'wild animal church banquet'-fundraiser middle american woman on my "america west" flight from ny to la, i was forced to lipread 3 terrible movies which i can't remember in the dark on my 13hour flight to sydney.
so 2 days in sunny nsw, then a flight to perth via adelaide landed me in warm and sorry perth. the day after I arrived lucy's mum died after 6 months of agonising lung cancer (and 24 months of progressive deterioration). the following month was quite emotionally stressful. without doubt one of the more horrible times i've had to endure, not to mention watch lucy endure. funnily enough there is not really much i have to say about that time in perth - other than it was regretfully spent looking after lucy's psychotic uncle's place and his dog. would have been fine if he didn't email us every day in a nervous fit, or if his 20year old mercedes wagon wasn't a hunk of junk and didn't blow its head gasket while we were driving it (apparently). anyway that little escapade is still creeping its way into "normal" life back here. a brief and painfull encounter with a bee (bzzzz bzzzz, you know) last week cost me about $100 in wages and a game of waterpolo because my foot doubled in size. and a general apathy when it comes to my research for my thesis is going to have to subside soon because semester starts in less than a month....
In truth the reason I'm writing this illegal post is so that december and january can archive themselves into neat little downloadable web pages for my nostalgia file. don't think i could face reading all of my entries from start to finish simply becasue of their length, might be worth trudging through it to see if it's worth turning into some kind of faction travellers tale.
goodbye world. until the next. and thanks for reading - email me if you have travel plans for post-november this year. i will most likely be rearing to go
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I do like your writing.