Here we go again.

Ana and Cesar just saw me off at the gate, and can you imagine, as anxious/excited as I am to be facing the next stage of my life, I'm feeling a bit teary over here. Maybe it's the view outside the big windows in front of me; an endless stretch of pale gloom swallows up the toy aeroplanes as they take flight, and then they're gone.

Life in a box

spent the night on Ana's couch, we attempted to have our last (for now) writing session last night, but I think we created more problems with the dialogue than we came up with solutions, but in Ana's research she came up with a couple of things that I didn't know about butterflies, that I know now. Hanging out with people later in some sort of farewell coffee consumption. Tomorrow Cesar gets back. I'm already packed and ready to go, I just don't know when I'm going, where I'm going, still waiting for a reply from back home.

packing up my life. again. or trying to. again.

This is why magpies don't fly south in the winter.

limbo 2009

My family's perfected the Art of Awkward Hugs. I just said goodbye to my dad and little brother. They're heading back to the hotel and my mum's driving me to the airport in the morning before they get back, which means I have no idea when I'll see them next... probably some time in the next year.

I'm in limbo right now. I wish I'd just be gone so it'd be done with. I wish I was back in Van having coffee and arguing about script changes with Ana and making up excuses for being late for work. I wish I had my everyday back.

One more night.