*shrugs* I'm sure that when I clicked on the add comment button I had something interesting and useful to add to this, but as it turns out, no. I don't.
Yeah, I'm alright. It's less sunny today (therefore I'm in a worse mood?) I don't know. But I have the feeling that it's going to start raining right when I pick up the girls from school. Yaiy. But- yeah. I don't know. *shrugs*
Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you seem kind of... indifferent? I mean, I know interpreting feelings through text is near impossible but I want to fly up there and check on you and make sure you're okay. And give you a hug to boot. 'Cause I worry about you, y'know. Little Hayley in a little-but-how-do-they-fit-so-many-people-into-a-space-that's-the-size-of-Victoria land.
Well, I think that's just it. Which sounds weird and all. But really, I could go either way. I could stay here, but I could go home, and I don't think I would mind either way. I mean, don't get me wrong, some days I realy really love it here. But some days I just want to go home. Maybe it'll pass.
It's not weird. Some things in life click with you straight away, some take their time, and some just aren't for you full stop. But the thing is, even in the instance that it doesn't work out: you have done it anyway. You never would've known otherwise. And I'm sure you've learnt heaps, even in this short time.
I found when I moved that although I was adjusting to being in a new place, there were times where I was just like, "Damn. I just want to go back to my class at home (I was in grade 6 at the time) and pet my cat and go to my dance lessons and eat at the Maccas near my house." But then I thought, wow, there are already little things here that have become mine, y'know? And if I stay this whole place could be mine, so to speak. And then I realised I'd gained a lot more from it than I'd acknowledged, because I was letting my home memories override the ones I'd already made in the new place.
GOD THAT SOUNDS AWFULLY CONFUSING AND GOING-ROUND-IN-CIRCLEY. Sorry. It's midnight, I think my brain is sleepy.
Eek, I just reread all that above and I'm like, "God, I sound incredibly preachy and all now, gah". Sorry about that. But just know you have my support in whatever you do, cheerleading pompoms and and all! *grin*
*shrugs* I'm sure that when I clicked on the add comment button I had something interesting and useful to add to this, but as it turns out, no. I don't.
But anyway: I like you. How's it going?
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Me? Going? Yeah, okay. Same old. Got a couple of weeks off from uni but it's not enough. More importantly, how're you doing? *concerned*
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Yeah, I'm alright. It's less sunny today (therefore I'm in a worse mood?) I don't know. But I have the feeling that it's going to start raining right when I pick up the girls from school. Yaiy. But- yeah. I don't know. *shrugs*
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Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you seem kind of... indifferent? I mean, I know interpreting feelings through text is near impossible but I want to fly up there and check on you and make sure you're okay. And give you a hug to boot. 'Cause I worry about you, y'know. Little Hayley in a little-but-how-do-they-fit-so-many-people-into-a-space-that's-the-size-of-Victoria land.
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I found when I moved that although I was adjusting to being in a new place, there were times where I was just like, "Damn. I just want to go back to my class at home (I was in grade 6 at the time) and pet my cat and go to my dance lessons and eat at the Maccas near my house." But then I thought, wow, there are already little things here that have become mine, y'know? And if I stay this whole place could be mine, so to speak. And then I realised I'd gained a lot more from it than I'd acknowledged, because I was letting my home memories override the ones I'd already made in the new place.
GOD THAT SOUNDS AWFULLY CONFUSING AND GOING-ROUND-IN-CIRCLEY. Sorry. It's midnight, I think my brain is sleepy.
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