Being in Queensland is messing with my seasons. I felt so confused and sick that I slept in the day time. I want to go home and make soup and comfortably wear stockings and boots. I’ve got a sandal tan but I got a sandal tan during heatwave hobart, so. I’ve got boys to make fall in love with me and stewed rhubarb in my freezer.
"There is a kind of voracious reading that happens between the ages of seven and 17 that I thought was reserved only for, well, children. Sometimes I wonder if all my reading since has been a secret attempt to get close to that experience of sustained absorption."
Absolutely not. Unless you have a LOT of space for it to kick around in while you’re at work the thing will get bored and sad and destroy all your stuff. Dogs aren’t toys or accessories. Get a cat.
on a scale from Matilda to Carrie how well do you handle having telekinesis and terrible parents
The view from Mt Coot-tha. Easy access to the big sky. Visiting my family whenever, easily. Nice beaches. Ren. The Citycat, walking from the Storey to the Victoria, driving along the riverside expressway at night. Gang breakfasts with my housemates. Walking through Victoria Park to get home. Consistent weather. Riding my broken bike along Enoggera creek. Peering out the south-facing windows of our house on the hill in Herston. Buses. Going to the same places and seeing the same people. Almost all of my friends being in the same place at once; 2011/2012 was a golden time and a nightmare.
Edited to add things I knew I would miss but didn’t think I would miss this much: milkshakes at Flamingo, the bald guy with the beard who used to work at flamingo (Wade, they don’t love you like I love you), Eleanor, needlessly fancy beers at the scratch and tippler’s, rolling around new farm, picnics in new farm park, all of the hills along newmarket road, the powerhouse.