Exodus.

Seeing as [that last place that I was living and refuse to name] was so bad, I’m back in Brisbane a month earlier than planned. Traveling always makes you feel like crap, but after two months of feeling like I was stuck in a backward, one-horse town that LIKES the 19th Century, it has taken me a whole weekend of sleeping to feel like I’m a [relatively] normal human being.

hmm. Reynolds Wines suck. Just last week, they went under voluntary-administration, and apparently, they owe something like AU$10 million in unpaid taxes, fines and penalties. Considering that they treat their employees with so little respect, I’m not surprised. I won’t go into details, it’s really not worth it. Really. Not at all. So mum and dad left there last week-end, Clay left there Wednesday, and I left there Friday – the last one standing. So I’m back, and could be here 3 weeks or more, though I don’t really know exactly.

Clay and I are .. uh.. ok. I guess. Going though a pre-planned-separation-type-thingy pending his move to Sydney and my move to Cairns. Though I really don’t know how this is all going to work/happen/end-up, I think, so far, I’m dealing with it. I think. I dunno really, cause I feel that having been stuck in the 19th century for the last few months, I seem to have lost contact with who I am, and how I feel about anything… I mean, I’ve had to live in the moment, with long range plans that may or may not happen, and just accept it if it doesn’t happen, and try not to take it all personally and as I was reminded on Saturday, “don’t take offence” if there isn’t time or it doesn’t happen, cause Life’s Like That. And I just have to get on with my life and hope like hell that I don’t fall into a heap.

getting on with it… that’s all I’ve gotta do, take it as it comes, deal, move on…

hell.