The home again thing.
It doesn't feel like it's been ten months since I left Perth.
After a few jetlaggy days, I went into the city centre today. So the goths have moved from Forest Chase to Wesley Church. Huh. The men's store on that corner near the city train station has become a Pumpkin Patch. Huh. I'm thinking of telling my tiny mother I found a shop with clothes that will fit her and then taking her there. Ahaha. It was nice to eat a Hungry Jack's chicken burger, with the yummy brown bread buns. I also know that's lame for me to be excited about. Honestly, it feels like nothing has changed, which keeps to the theme of Perth being dullsville! The only change that springs to mind is, as I was advised by a friend, "Empire has started selling hentai now." Wooo.
Family hasn't ceased amusing me yet. My mother has been fixated on weevils in our pantry, and is now referring to them as aliens. I received an email today asking if I could check the top shelf for any aliens while she was at work. My grandparents came to visit and didn't ask me anything about my time away, or request to see photos or anything - they just talked about housesitting and people I don't know dying and golf and the standard chatter.
The getting here story is a bit more interesting than being here. Due to various sudden and violent dramas I found myself alone at the airport, and also 14kg over the weight limit for my suitcase. I was advised to either move 7kgs at least into my hand luggage or pay $190. I managed to move 4, and then the clerk finally took pity on me and included my excess with a family whose kids didn't meet their allocated weight limits. I didn't have to pay anything! Lucky escape! Unfortunately, after my meticulous cramming of things into my purple day bag, I was asked by security to unpack it so they could go through everything. My security friend was a lovely Dutch woman who insisted I should open a jewellery shop, and also demanded I return to New Zealand.
I merrily drifted through all the hassles, at first with the prospect of a lovely international caller keeping me company, and then in a post-call happy haze. I did probably look a bit funny, though, since I was walking around carrying my laptop, my messenger bag, my day bag, a rainbow-hued scarf, my blue velvet jacket, and my big winter parka. Oh well! Mildly amusing airport story to tell. Lucky me!
Need to get myself sorted now with A) an Australian mobile SIM card/account and B) a job. The weekend's plans, made almost before I got home, are Friday night - pizza in Fremantle with brother and his laydee and their ex-housemate; Saturday night - friend's birthday party. Due to my being poor I intend to give him the last remaining disgusting premix vanilla vodka drink from a dozen we bought together.. probably over two years ago, and the half a bottle of orange mudslide that I bought over three years ago and have been trying to give away ever since. He'll truly appreciate them and also wish I never came back from Auckland!
I am listening to an owl outside of my window!
After a few jetlaggy days, I went into the city centre today. So the goths have moved from Forest Chase to Wesley Church. Huh. The men's store on that corner near the city train station has become a Pumpkin Patch. Huh. I'm thinking of telling my tiny mother I found a shop with clothes that will fit her and then taking her there. Ahaha. It was nice to eat a Hungry Jack's chicken burger, with the yummy brown bread buns. I also know that's lame for me to be excited about. Honestly, it feels like nothing has changed, which keeps to the theme of Perth being dullsville! The only change that springs to mind is, as I was advised by a friend, "Empire has started selling hentai now." Wooo.
Family hasn't ceased amusing me yet. My mother has been fixated on weevils in our pantry, and is now referring to them as aliens. I received an email today asking if I could check the top shelf for any aliens while she was at work. My grandparents came to visit and didn't ask me anything about my time away, or request to see photos or anything - they just talked about housesitting and people I don't know dying and golf and the standard chatter.
The getting here story is a bit more interesting than being here. Due to various sudden and violent dramas I found myself alone at the airport, and also 14kg over the weight limit for my suitcase. I was advised to either move 7kgs at least into my hand luggage or pay $190. I managed to move 4, and then the clerk finally took pity on me and included my excess with a family whose kids didn't meet their allocated weight limits. I didn't have to pay anything! Lucky escape! Unfortunately, after my meticulous cramming of things into my purple day bag, I was asked by security to unpack it so they could go through everything. My security friend was a lovely Dutch woman who insisted I should open a jewellery shop, and also demanded I return to New Zealand.
I merrily drifted through all the hassles, at first with the prospect of a lovely international caller keeping me company, and then in a post-call happy haze. I did probably look a bit funny, though, since I was walking around carrying my laptop, my messenger bag, my day bag, a rainbow-hued scarf, my blue velvet jacket, and my big winter parka. Oh well! Mildly amusing airport story to tell. Lucky me!
Need to get myself sorted now with A) an Australian mobile SIM card/account and B) a job. The weekend's plans, made almost before I got home, are Friday night - pizza in Fremantle with brother and his laydee and their ex-housemate; Saturday night - friend's birthday party. Due to my being poor I intend to give him the last remaining disgusting premix vanilla vodka drink from a dozen we bought together.. probably over two years ago, and the half a bottle of orange mudslide that I bought over three years ago and have been trying to give away ever since. He'll truly appreciate them and also wish I never came back from Auckland!
I am listening to an owl outside of my window!