Of Friends

Sitting in Hobart International Airport, flight JQ62 to MEL is delayed. Departure now 9pm instead of 8:40. Well, expected. Cheap and it'll get you there but it'll take some time.

I'm nervous about going to MEL. OK, nervous about meeting HER and staying with her for a week. I don't know what, if anything, will happen. But I'm still hoping something will happen. Wishful thinking most likely but it still doesn't stop me from thinking.

Had dinner with Ee Wah last night. She's one of those people who's really an accidental friend. I know her only becasue she sat at my table in Colin Jones class las sem and so we got to be in the same group for that unit. That was such a good group.

It's all so chancy. I came here not wanting or looking to make any real friends; just intended to go through the motions. But to come so far and to meet such likeable people that, if it was home would be the very best of friends...

Ee Wah's boyfriend called while I was walking her home and asked to say hello to me. So he asked when I was completing my course, if I'm staying in HOB after that, etc. Is that a "stay away from her' warning or wat? Donno. Weird.

Living in a shared house for just over a week now. It's more work. Doing your own shopping, your own cooking and cleaning and washing and drying and paying of bills, basically everything that college takes care of.

I guess I could say that I'm enjoying it so far. Nice housemates.


I'm tired. I wanna go home. I don't want my degree anymore. I just wanna go home.

Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.