28 Jan Home strange home
Ummmmmm.
I feel strange.
It was very, very strange to get off the train at Southern Cross and see all those people. . . My bestie wished me farewell and then I was on the train to my home.
I feel a little overwhelmed by all the sensory activity in this city of mine.
And it is quite shitful (pardon my French, lol) to come home to this home. . . ‘This house again’, is what I thought to myself. It is all wrong, , , but maybe there just needs to be less ‘stuff’ in here. . Maybe it could work, on some level, at a pinch, in some way.
No. 9 has sold. I am sure that is a good thing for them, but it would have been nice to have a neighbour here. . . except for the fact that I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE.
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