getting over it

People in Ballarat seem to be obsessed about talking about their rent. I'm not sure if this is because there are more burbs, and therefore more good and dodgy areas to choose between, or possibly because they feel that this is a conversation that does not revolve around the bi-polar weather patterns. In the dodgy burbs, there are shoes hanging from power lines. This, so I am told, is a sign that you can get drugs in a near-by house. In the good suburbs, people gossip about the neighbours more than the ladies from wisteria lane. My new neighbours are (I only know the of the people to one side of me) a lovely gay couple, who seem to be prominent people in the Ballarat community. This, so I am yet again told, is a sure sign that I am going to know "the right people" and am in "the right neighbourhood". I refuse to talk about my rent with you. (or did I just do that?)

What I Will say about my house is that the power and gas will be turned on tomorrow, this will mean I will actually start living in my house rather than visiting it and admiring it from afar. It also means I will have to be realistic about my situation. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not sleeping there tonight. 1 more night to be naive.

On another note, I miss being close to people. I know this is quite possibly the stupidest thing I could say considering I am the one who has severed the closeness I had with many people, but still, admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? I'm not sure exactly what I miss about it. Perhaps the random comfort of sitting next to a person and not needing to talk about the weather or rent.