Well.. my last night in Melbourne went off without too much of a hitch – though I can proudly report I managed to stuff it full of verbal lechery, champagne and embarassing moments. Apologies to all the recipients. Leaving for overseas does strange things to a person. And I have been wishing for carte blanche to let rip with what I really think (yes.. even though I share my verbose opinions with all and sundry, theres a lot I don’t say!) . haha – some things are probably better left unsaid. Though heavens to betsy, leaving things unsaid (as gorgeously romantically tragic as it may be) is nigh impossible right now.
Am now waiting to get on the plane.. Eggs Benedict in my belly, 3 bags around my feet, sitting on the carpet, plugged into the powerpoint, with 2 and a half hickies on my neck, no makeup and greasy hair. Meanwhile my 55kg of baggage and brand spanking new digital piano, is being drawn through the peristaltic bowels of Melbourne and Im listening to the tannoy remark about other flights to America and trying not to feel sad that its not me on THAT flight..
Furthermore am not sure if im surprised or not at my utter unemotionality at leaving Melbourne. I suppose its unremarkable as I dont have a house, or a car.. so am rather footloose and fancy free anyway. I just, to be honest, dont really like Melbourne all that much at the moment collective gasp here and feel much more inclined to read the next chapter of my life elsewhere in the world. I shall very much miss some people.. and am very much glad to get the hell away from others. Man. I tell you what.
Speaking of people and how very peculiar they are, myself included, its been a very interesting 2 months back from the States. Joyous moments have appeared very unexpectedly – with unexpected people. Giving me a lot to mentally masticate over the coming months of self-enforced solitude. People. What they think. What they want. What they do (often NOTHING). Love, life, laughter. Blah blah. Life can be so extraordinary. Just when you think you have a handle on whats going on.. a curve ball hits you in the head. Im desperate to skip forward a few chapters and find out what else happens! Mind you, having said that.. life can also be very boring. Waiting patiently for someone or something to sprinkle fairy dust on your day.. bloody nightmare. I suppose it all comes out in the wash.
Oh god. Flights to San Francisco and New York.. why am I torturing myself and listening to this. Its like being away from a beloved (id imagine) my heart sings for America.. sings sings sings all the time. I could weep with it.
I am at Gate 11. Not even sure if its the right Gate. But im sure ill find out in the next hour whilst I wait here. And have just realised I put the book and magazine I just bought down somewhere, maybe by the other internet place, maybe in the ladies loo, maybe over there on the couch. I am so tired (and hungover) I cant be bothered looking!? What the hell is that about?! I just bought the fucking things.. but im comfortable.. I have my little Eee PC out and im happy here. In an airport.. on my way somewhere – whilst being nowhere at all.
Before I sign off I must apologise for the lack of apostrophes in this.. my Eee has decided it aint doin apostrophes.. or quotation marks.. in a bid to make me look like some git with bad grammah. Huzzah.
