stories from the city stories from the sea.
sooooooo maybe im sticking around in the area a bit longer than expected. like months. like 6 at least.
life is becoming pretty decent here. ive got a choir to teach (that i love to bits and gives me lots of cash) ive got $100 worth of students, and that number is increasing. ive got family and friends.
im going to move to sydney probs and come down once a week to my teaching in kiama. i figure why leave for melbs straight away before scouring syd for musicians. cess coyly floated the idea of us living together in syd and its a pretty fucking great idea.
its hard to break from a life plan when you used it as a dream to stop yourself going crazy. escaping lismore at the end of last year and moving to melbourne to form a new band was a goal i could hold onto when i felt like my life had gone to shit and i didnt want to get out of bed or eat. now im a fair bit better im realising i dont need to dream anymore. i dont need to live it if it means leaving the people i love and some great opportunities for not much in return. life is dealing me a pretty good hand right now, so maybe i dont need to escape my surroundings and start again where no one knows me, which was what i wanted so badly before.
my mum is ecstatic about me sticking around. she has dreams of us sipping coffee after watching a foreign film at the dendy i guess. but when she gets excited and starts planning my life out i get this stubborn urge to pack my bags for melbourne. the adventure and uncertainty of living far away from my home town still appeals to me. living in sydney and commuting to kiama once a week feels not so exciting, but fuck its going to do wonders for my mental health. and i see sydney as a temporary move really. unless i find my dream band in sydney ill have my melbourne adventure by the end of the year.
ps, this week was the first time in around a year i have really felt kissed.
life is becoming pretty decent here. ive got a choir to teach (that i love to bits and gives me lots of cash) ive got $100 worth of students, and that number is increasing. ive got family and friends.
im going to move to sydney probs and come down once a week to my teaching in kiama. i figure why leave for melbs straight away before scouring syd for musicians. cess coyly floated the idea of us living together in syd and its a pretty fucking great idea.
its hard to break from a life plan when you used it as a dream to stop yourself going crazy. escaping lismore at the end of last year and moving to melbourne to form a new band was a goal i could hold onto when i felt like my life had gone to shit and i didnt want to get out of bed or eat. now im a fair bit better im realising i dont need to dream anymore. i dont need to live it if it means leaving the people i love and some great opportunities for not much in return. life is dealing me a pretty good hand right now, so maybe i dont need to escape my surroundings and start again where no one knows me, which was what i wanted so badly before.
my mum is ecstatic about me sticking around. she has dreams of us sipping coffee after watching a foreign film at the dendy i guess. but when she gets excited and starts planning my life out i get this stubborn urge to pack my bags for melbourne. the adventure and uncertainty of living far away from my home town still appeals to me. living in sydney and commuting to kiama once a week feels not so exciting, but fuck its going to do wonders for my mental health. and i see sydney as a temporary move really. unless i find my dream band in sydney ill have my melbourne adventure by the end of the year.
ps, this week was the first time in around a year i have really felt kissed.