At the age of 23 I have made the step of moving out of home. It's mostly exciting, partly settling and slightly surreal. Straight away I feel comfortable in my new home, perhaps that is mostly due to Sarah and Clinton living here but also because the owner of the house, Lionel, has been very welcoming. Tonight is my first night in the new house, Sarah and Clinton have gone out, Lionel is in his bedroom and I am enjoying the peace... apart from that ticking clock (!) which I only noticed when I typed the words 'peace and' then stopped to feel my surroundings to discover another word to follow. And there it was 'tick, tick, tick' coming from Clinton's Homer clock on the wall.
Tonight (very soon actually - I am exhausted from moving all weekend) I look forward to curling up in bed with my hot water bottle and watching Aladdin in my new environment and basking in this sense of contentment (?), comfortableness (?), peace (?), or something else I can quite describe right now.
I was driving along Plenty Road today and was noticing how beautiful the shops are. They reminded me of Wallan (back in the day) or Kilmore. The paint on the walls pealing, the old signs from many years before can still be seen, fading; 'Butcher' or 'TV repair.' Despite a newsagency or a video shop now operating in that space.
This post has been a bit of a blurred nothing. I know I had something more interesting, important or at least structured to say here but with my sinuses playing up (in this very dusty house) and my exhaustion all I can do is dance around it with this, as I said blurred nothing post. Well, enjoy!
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Those beautiful shops sound pretty run down, are you gunning for a spot in Red Blazer Realty?
ReplyDelete'That house is on fire!'
ReplyDelete'Motivated seller!'