goodbye train-trips where i write on the way home. goodbye gum trees in the burbs, goodbye central heating, goodbye getting up in the dark and walking under the moon to go to training. Hello Lygon street and 5 minutes cycle to pigeon hole. Hello bedroom and housemates and the tramride to uni.
It takes a day to do two ute loads of furniture and clothes and to clean the Monty house. Now I'm back in my old hood and all my making-work feels like it lives nearby
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