I really, really, really love SYDNEY
(seriously)
It's so good to be back in the big smoke. Sure, I had fun in Broken Hill, and catching up with my school friends was more fun than I thought it would be, however, it's great to be 'home'.
Speaking of that, I finally found a) a new flatmate, and b) a new apartment. This weekend, Saturday the 1st of October, I will be moving into my new place in Pitt St, Mortdale. Yay. Finally. Like, seriously. I am SO sick of living out of numerous suitcases and sleeping in a new bed every couple of weeks.
Since May I have slept in beds at the following: the Flacks'; the Peters'; Sue Lilley's; Rochelle's place; Camp; Hotels across America; Mum's place; Dad's place; Nana's place; Aunty Shelly's place; numerous hotels and backpackers across Australia. Yeah, you get the picture. So it will be so darn good to sleep in MY bed, with MY matress and MY pillows and MY sheets and MY doona.
So yeah, Bel (the new flatmate) and I will be living in hobodom for a few weeks, since it's going to take her stuff like 2-3 weeks to get here from the Gold Coast(like, WTF?) which is insane, but oh well. So yeah, we're going to look into borrowing/renting a fridge from someone for 2-3 weeks and doing our laundry other place (read: Matt & Mark's houses) until her stuff gets here from up north.
Everyone is off at camp at the moment - Matt, Ali, Katelyn, Dave etc. The Flackies are on the Gold Coast, and I'm housesitting for them, and looking after Charlie... at least for the next few days.
Oh, excitement! Switchfoot concert on Friday night. And Mark is definately, 100% allowed to go. Yay. I am excited. There is no way I was missing out on this, and even though the boys are going down to the farm for the long weekend, they won't be leaving until Saturday morning. Yay. I am so excited. We were planning on catching the train and everything, but Magda is saying she doesn't want us catching public transport that late at night, and they are considering coming and picking us up. Grr at that. Half the fun is coming home on the train. I have caught the train home late at night a gajillion times - it's not like it's the New York subway. It's clean, safe, and generally on a Friday night at about midnight the trains are packed with people going home, so it's not like we'll be mugged. She still isn't giving up on her "he's my little boy" thing, even though he's 18 now. And sometimes it irks me, but I guess I just have to take into consideration that everyone does things differently. I'm just excited that he is allowed to go to the concert!
It's so good to be back in the big smoke. Sure, I had fun in Broken Hill, and catching up with my school friends was more fun than I thought it would be, however, it's great to be 'home'.
Speaking of that, I finally found a) a new flatmate, and b) a new apartment. This weekend, Saturday the 1st of October, I will be moving into my new place in Pitt St, Mortdale. Yay. Finally. Like, seriously. I am SO sick of living out of numerous suitcases and sleeping in a new bed every couple of weeks.
Since May I have slept in beds at the following: the Flacks'; the Peters'; Sue Lilley's; Rochelle's place; Camp; Hotels across America; Mum's place; Dad's place; Nana's place; Aunty Shelly's place; numerous hotels and backpackers across Australia. Yeah, you get the picture. So it will be so darn good to sleep in MY bed, with MY matress and MY pillows and MY sheets and MY doona.
So yeah, Bel (the new flatmate) and I will be living in hobodom for a few weeks, since it's going to take her stuff like 2-3 weeks to get here from the Gold Coast(like, WTF?) which is insane, but oh well. So yeah, we're going to look into borrowing/renting a fridge from someone for 2-3 weeks and doing our laundry other place (read: Matt & Mark's houses) until her stuff gets here from up north.
Everyone is off at camp at the moment - Matt, Ali, Katelyn, Dave etc. The Flackies are on the Gold Coast, and I'm housesitting for them, and looking after Charlie... at least for the next few days.
Oh, excitement! Switchfoot concert on Friday night. And Mark is definately, 100% allowed to go. Yay. I am excited. There is no way I was missing out on this, and even though the boys are going down to the farm for the long weekend, they won't be leaving until Saturday morning. Yay. I am so excited. We were planning on catching the train and everything, but Magda is saying she doesn't want us catching public transport that late at night, and they are considering coming and picking us up. Grr at that. Half the fun is coming home on the train. I have caught the train home late at night a gajillion times - it's not like it's the New York subway. It's clean, safe, and generally on a Friday night at about midnight the trains are packed with people going home, so it's not like we'll be mugged. She still isn't giving up on her "he's my little boy" thing, even though he's 18 now. And sometimes it irks me, but I guess I just have to take into consideration that everyone does things differently. I'm just excited that he is allowed to go to the concert!