There has been some big news that will be affect my life dramatically.
Rocket's coming back from Singapore.
To Newcastle!
She has lived and worked in Singapore as an ex-pat in the corporate Rat Race for the last 4 years, has gone through a divorce, danced on many a bar, contracted a weird tropical virus and has given it a million percent. And now, that's enough. Time to come home.
I lived with Rocket for a while back in Bondi and we had some amazing times. Most of them revolved around the beach: walks on the beach before work, swims in the ocean after work until the sun went down, drinks at Ravesis overlooking the beach...and there were some hilarious moments. One night I brought a date home to our house and as I put the key in the front door I heard footsteps thundering down the hallway. When I opened the door, my wide-eyed man friend and I were greeted with a horrified and drunk Rocket running naked down the hall towards us, all arms and legs and tits going everywhere, heading for her bedroom. She knows me inside and out, flaws and all, and we've been there for each other through thick and thin.
The question is: what the hell is going to happen to us when she comes home? I am so excited about the prospect of her being here with me that I am jumping for joy, but I also know that it's going to be tough for her. I have been home for almost 6 months now and am only just starting to feel normal. You do a lot of "head miles" while you are away from home and they don't stop just because your physical self returns. So I will be there for that little Rocket when the time comes!
In other news, I have lots on this week which is a nice suprise. Dinner with Crafty tomorrow, Birthday lunch on Thursday, barbeque with the Oz-Canadians on Friday, house hunting on Saturday.
It's only taken 6 months but finally, I have plans!!!
Rocket's coming back from Singapore.
To Newcastle!
She has lived and worked in Singapore as an ex-pat in the corporate Rat Race for the last 4 years, has gone through a divorce, danced on many a bar, contracted a weird tropical virus and has given it a million percent. And now, that's enough. Time to come home.
I lived with Rocket for a while back in Bondi and we had some amazing times. Most of them revolved around the beach: walks on the beach before work, swims in the ocean after work until the sun went down, drinks at Ravesis overlooking the beach...and there were some hilarious moments. One night I brought a date home to our house and as I put the key in the front door I heard footsteps thundering down the hallway. When I opened the door, my wide-eyed man friend and I were greeted with a horrified and drunk Rocket running naked down the hall towards us, all arms and legs and tits going everywhere, heading for her bedroom. She knows me inside and out, flaws and all, and we've been there for each other through thick and thin.
The question is: what the hell is going to happen to us when she comes home? I am so excited about the prospect of her being here with me that I am jumping for joy, but I also know that it's going to be tough for her. I have been home for almost 6 months now and am only just starting to feel normal. You do a lot of "head miles" while you are away from home and they don't stop just because your physical self returns. So I will be there for that little Rocket when the time comes!
In other news, I have lots on this week which is a nice suprise. Dinner with Crafty tomorrow, Birthday lunch on Thursday, barbeque with the Oz-Canadians on Friday, house hunting on Saturday.
It's only taken 6 months but finally, I have plans!!!
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