Saturday, 26 May 2007

24 days and counting.

I've been disheartened for the past few days. I spoke to people, and knew I wasn't heard. I listened to them, and heard the truth. I made plans, they were broken. I wrote of simplicity, and many missed the point. It's my fave weather (cold, but with sunshine), but it brought me no comfort. So, I took a page from the bears book and slept, and when I didn't sleep, I curled myself in doona's and drank cups of tea whilst reading many books, including Terry Prachett, who always gets a smile from me. And, like the bears, I have risen more hopeful than before. At least, I think that's how they would feel after hibernation. All the same, I know that this recent mood is telling me something. I don't belong in Echuca. The only people i'm really going to miss are a few select friends and my mum, of course, because I love her to death. I'm going to come back to Echuca after I've been to America and Canada, but I'm not going to live here anymore. I'm going to get a move elsewhere.

Any ideas for the relocation?

Comments:
I liked your idea of less sleep better. Well, that's selfish. It suited me better. I even told you I'd help.

As to relocation, I think you should wait 3 months and 24 days before you decide where to hang your hat. But, for sure, don't make it 10 gallon.
 
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I suppose it depends, really, on what you are looking for from a place. What are you looking for?
 
i'm looking for someplace that i can smile without wondering why people are wondering why i'm smiling.

pref. near a beach.

that will let me have a dog.

that's the criteria.
 
smiles make people wonder what you are smiling about, do you really want to talk to people that don't notice? or worse, couldn't give a shit?
 
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