Anec-date

Today I took a girl out on a date. She's 27. About five foot seven. Average build. Short blonde hair. Bit of a nerd. Not my usual type at all. But I gave it a crack anyway. We used to spend quite a bit of time together earlier in the year. I got to know her pretty well. Seems like she has a pretty good head on her shoulders, well most of the time. She can be a bit of a dickhead too.


Conversation was sparse. Well, non-existent actually. We sat in silence the entire time. It was marvellous. We had coffee and wrote in our journals. We revelled in the comfort of being surrounded by strangers. 


I think I'll ask her out again next Monday.

Changing Season. Changing Heart.

The weather warms
the sun hits my back and breathes life into me
flowers in their beds begin to wake up
leaves clothe the once naked trees
the new season brings with it a new perspective


I'm grown now
I'm ready to move forward
but the pull of the past is still too strong
it holds me with its steadfast grip
it's not ready to let me move on
and neither am I 

Facing Reality

I haven't written for a while. I've conjured up excuses in my head as to why. I'm working more; full time hours now with Monday and Tuesday off. I've made more friends and I have a social life that I participate in perhaps too veraciously. I don't sleep much, especially not in this sub-tropical weather we're experiencing. The heat of Summer also means that there is so much more to do. Free festivals wherever you care to look. The city is vibrant and bustling and pulsing with life. It is a stark contrast to the sombre Tronts I met all those months ago in January. My city, my friend, has changed. As have I.


The more excuses I invent, the clearer it starts to become that the reason I haven't been writing is that I have a life now. A life here in Tronts. One totally separate and distinct from the one I have back in Brisbane. This isn't just a short-term adventure any more. This is a period of time that is going to have consequences for the rest of my life.


When I leave here in a few short months, I will leave not just a job or a house or a city. I'll be leaving behind people I've come to genuinely care about and feel very privileged to call my friends. In essence, I'll be leaving one life to return to another.


So I guess that's why I haven't been writing. To me this is just my life now. And maybe, just maybe, it would be a little egotistical of me to think anyone would want to read about it.