Home.

Tonight I came home from 4 days on the road for work and was that excited to get here. I kept thinking, "How did I spend 10 months overseas and never miss home once and now after 4 days am busting to get back?" The only answer I could come up with was:

1. Adelaide

2. Perth

Both boring as shit cities. Plus I just really dig having my own house at the moment. It's cool in a confronting way. No hiding behind flatmate banter. You want to talk, you have to call. You want to see people, you have to ask them over. You want to do bad dancing in sox in the dining room? It's all systems go. I have been talking to myself a bit more than usual but my friends that live alone tell me this is ok. I have at least one pep talk with myself each day which is usally at 7am when the alarm goes off. We have a chat about getting up v staying in bed. Eventually I kick off the doona and just give in to myself.

Other things I have been doing at home include playing guitar and watching online guitar tutorials which I find very informative and frustrating as they make every song look really easy to play which it is not. I also have been cooking organic vegies, listening to a lot of Prince and Stevie Wonder and enjoying my new internet connection. I drink lots of herb tea and am trying to get the word on a bit more.

“You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day, one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.”

Maybe it'a not an imaginary place after all. Maybe it's right here!