vagranting

alright — so it’s been a over a month since i got back, and thus, an overly long time since the last post — sorry.

life has been heading back into both familiar and new territories for me since then. i picked up working again 3 days a week at my old job (northside), which along with freelance projects has been keeping me rather busy.

also slowly creeping up on me: the realisation that i must now begin to construct a normal, grown-up working life for myself, pretty much from scratch. or perhaps negative-scratch. i’ve taken a few steps in the direction — found a car, got a loan, seen a tax accountant, looking for potential house-mates and rentals.

of course, adjusting to getting back hasn’t been easy. the thing i miss most: the buzz of exploring. the thing which bothers me most: the obligatory “how was your trip?” without caring to give enough time for a meaningful answer. i really feel like telling them “there is no 10 second answer to that”, but instead, i say “good”, like a moron (but a socially acceptable moron) and skulk off.

another unanswered question is “where was your favourite place?” the fault there is mine, for not having a favourite i suppose. london, paris, chicago and berlin were all great cities, i tell them, but all in different ways… that’s what made them interesting to me anway. now that i think about it, those are the cities where i had a friends to show me around too.

it’s eerie in a certain way — coming back to a place where everyone and everything is the same, but you’re different. perhaps not different in a way other can see, but changed inside. but for the moment, i’m making brisbane home.