Ahh stuff, and junk.
So sitting here in Karratha airport waiting for my flight home with nothing else to do but update my Livejournal.
I think about my life at this time last year and how much has changed.
My best friend is no longer in this state, around 75% of the circle of friends i entertained then are no longer around, everyone is in a relationship, i have a job that send me on planes for work (i always think of the flight scenes from Fight Club. In fact, every take off and landing i imagine a wing falling off and just watching the ground rush up to swallow me. I'm weird.).
I'm living with the woman of my dreams, in a nice house that's close to work, and close to training.
I no longer 'play' Capoeira, instead i pick up heavy objects and put them back down again.
I'm more independant, more focused, more aware of how full of shit i am and how i know hardly anything at all.
I'm happy being alone but happier with people.
The guy in front of me is crossing his legs and wearing tan leather slip ons with purple socks. Christ.
I miss Melbourne very much. I miss Tristan, Rohan, Kit, Prisco, Jess. I miss Justin, Barish, Marty, Pete, and Reif. I miss my family, including Coco. I miss Brunetti's, i miss Lygon st and Brunswick st.
Soon, soon. We shall be together and i won't treat you so bad this time, and i'll be bringing a friend with me.
Bye.
I think about my life at this time last year and how much has changed.
My best friend is no longer in this state, around 75% of the circle of friends i entertained then are no longer around, everyone is in a relationship, i have a job that send me on planes for work (i always think of the flight scenes from Fight Club. In fact, every take off and landing i imagine a wing falling off and just watching the ground rush up to swallow me. I'm weird.).
I'm living with the woman of my dreams, in a nice house that's close to work, and close to training.
I no longer 'play' Capoeira, instead i pick up heavy objects and put them back down again.
I'm more independant, more focused, more aware of how full of shit i am and how i know hardly anything at all.
I'm happy being alone but happier with people.
The guy in front of me is crossing his legs and wearing tan leather slip ons with purple socks. Christ.
I miss Melbourne very much. I miss Tristan, Rohan, Kit, Prisco, Jess. I miss Justin, Barish, Marty, Pete, and Reif. I miss my family, including Coco. I miss Brunetti's, i miss Lygon st and Brunswick st.
Soon, soon. We shall be together and i won't treat you so bad this time, and i'll be bringing a friend with me.
Bye.