new house

New address... again. My amazing 45 days in Fitzroy flew by and I found myself nearly homeless... again. Luckily one of Barbara's tenants moved out early allowing me a room at 52 Ava St. The room, believe it or not, is actually smaller than Fitzroy. Seriously about 7" x 7". The perks include my personal TV, plush-ish carpet, the use of a lovely floral duvet, and a mirror. I like to be positive, so we'll leave the details at that *grin*. My house mates are absolutely lovely. Two student nurses, Jillian and Michelle, and the antisocial Alistair. It's lovely to come home to someone watching TV. That's absolutely it.. just coming home to someone. I don't care if there's nothing fantastic to do. It simply means I don't have to deal with the rotten loneliness. Debating whether or not the bother the boys down the street. Writing some lame entry in my journal because I can't think of anything better to do. Or worse, considering booking a ticket home. See, I've got to do this thing, the whole bit, five months or bust. So there are great days and sad days.. and I can't go making decisions simply based on the sad days.
Off subject, aren't we?
The color here is very nice, bright and cheery and I especially love the kitchen. The computer makes me quite content, though I probably drive everyone else nuts with my incessant clacking at the keyboard. Here I am again, however, and I have ages of blog catching up to do!
Cheers.