hey samways
i've got no photos, so the evocativeness of my words will have to do. it's rainy and mild here in halifax and the leaves are beginning to turn and fall to the ground. we are now in our new house, rolling around like three little marbles in an almost-empty space. our 'stuff' won't be here for another 3 weeks. we're beginng to get cold with no winter clothes. where oh where are my leg-warmers and ugg boots!
it's all beginning to hit me now what we've done in this big, big, big move across the ocean. the strangest thing abaout it is that there is no turning back. i've been confronted with this before and i know the only thing to do is to accept that things cannot be the same, but oh how i wish sometimes to see you, to get a sausage at the markets, to ride my bike through the streets of brunswick, to smell the smell of spring in melbourne.
Sigh.
In the words of Harvey Pekar, life is so sad and so sweet.
1 comment:
oh Fiona your words are tugging at my heart. Reality bites, huh? Shame we can't bottle the smell of spring in Melbouren. You'll just have to enjoy smells and sausages and bike riding wherever you are now.
So, You and Paul and Sasha make sure you take big and good care of each other, pouring plenty o' love into each other's hearts, and into your new glamorous, polish-floorboarded shelter from the chills.
Okay that's good, much love michael
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