Coltrane turns 2!

Exciting news on the dog birthday front: Coltrane is 2 today. This photo is of him at about 2 months. He is much bigger now.

Happy birthday, dog.

How far we have come

I feel like the world is changing. I have rediscovered my greatest love: music. I am playing my trumpet again, I have finally worked out how to play the guitar and am writing song.

I have discovered how truly lucky I am to have a great group of friends, and have also discovered just how strong that friendship is. I have managed to rebuild a shattered friendship with someone I thought that I would never see again. I have realised that I would like to build a closer relationship with my sisters, and am looking forward to doing so.

Finally, I have become a much stronger person. Never again will anyone be able to crush me so completely, and never again shall I let anyone walk all over me.

Vive le revolution!

Le Grand Depart

My final day in Melbourne, and I’ll be glad to get out of here. As with most things, three nights is the perfect amount of time to spend down here. Still, I look forward to coming back down in a few weeks time, when the days are a little bit longer and the nightlife is a little bit bigger.

One thing I have learned - going away to hide from your problems doesn’t work. In this technological age, the only thing you can get away from is physical contact with the friends that help you through the tough times. I’ll be enjoying a few quiet drinks with these people over the weekend.

Gypsy dances

Day three in Melbourne, and I’m having a pretty good time of it. I think I’ll try and spend one week here every month or so. A couple of photos: firstly the view from the window of the apartment.

Being located in the heart of Melbourne is great - I caught a tram out to Fitzroy last night from my front door and caught up with an old friend. Upon returning, I was able to stop in at St Jerome’s for a sneaky beer before bedtime.

Musical entertainment is also just outside the window. Some gypsies have been dancing and singing for the past hour or so:

Tonight it’s off to find some good food - I’m in the mood for a pot and a parma - and then hopefully heading to where the action is at. I could definitely get used to spending time down here, although I don’t know too many people just yet.

A valentine to - - -

She lives in my thoughts and my dreams,
  Garbed in a white satin dress.
Gerberas shining brightly against creams,
  Parading towards my eternal caress.
Alas! Having woken from this glorious slumber,
  My precious bride is I know not where.
Pluck’d abruptly like an irrational number
  Divided to the root of its square.
And so, in the fine tradition of Edgar Allan Poe,
  Her name I keep forever;
Encrypted gracefully apropos
  To be kept for in case of good weather.
Search within nouns and verbs,
  For three divine names: my obsession.
In each line, you may find it perturbs,
  That you can never unravel the question.
But for now, three delicate words
  Are my only treasured possession.

Angst

16 hours in planes and airport lounges over the last two days. An hour spent with three police officers who together couldn’t muster up enough brain cells to cook an omlette. A cold, lonely bed to look forward to.

Now is truly the winter of my discontent.