who walks this dusty road

The last time i wrote a (novel-length) freely expressed rant i got a lot of “are you ok?” replies and messages as a response…I guess I didn’t really realise how negative that could come across…but then people should just know me better maybe?

I suppose I could have been a little more tactful in conveying my unhappiness or something like that..

In the past two months a fair bit has changed, without so much really physically changing..but things are definitely better, thankfully..

I believe that having known such a strong sense of belonging and love for a place that I can’t currently even visit has made it much harder to accept a life elsewhere. Life’s pretty good in London at the moment, the weather’s even been decent lately, but it’s just not home. It’s not me. And there’s not much I can do about that.

It’s odd feeling a sense of not belonging. I should be used to it really, but having had it before it’s like you don’t know what’s missing until it’s gone right..

I suppose until I can overcome that or work on it, I just have to accept life sans belonging. Displaced and ok with it..let’s see how long it lasts.

The past five months in London have been up and down, and as a result my camera has only just left the drawer it was buried in…however instagram has become a regular outlet…so here’s the last few months..

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au revoir melbourne…bonne fin d’année


well here it is…finally a real sunset straight from south yarra station, how beautiful is that?? ok, so i’m a real sucker for a gorgeous sunset with colours and clouds..the more dramatic the better…and so of course i was well impressed with this one and thought it was a lovely way to farewell my favourite city temporarily in search of spiritual fulfilment..hahaha ok on travels…im not that much of a wanker…g’day a’straya, see ya next year!