I can take you with both eyes behind my back!

A bike is good, because it’s like walking, only on fast-forward, and also more fun when you go down hills and such (except that I wouldn’t go down the hill on Montpelier, as that would be about as stoopid as stepping in front of a car… Ooops!). So on a bike you can fast-forward through the boring and time-consuming bits (like the boring walk to the store, or the boring walk practically anywhere in this boring suburban suburb) and then slow down back to real-time by getting off and walking when you get to an interesting part (like the botanical gardens, or roma street parklands… why am i so obsessed with green growing things? I think it’s because I’m missing home.)

I want to go home, and see the ocean, and the lake, and the trees and the wildflowers and the swamp and the spiders and the snakes and the frogs and the emus and the foxes and everything. Dad has suggested we visit for Easter long weekend, which would make a change from him always coming up to visit us. He said “it doesn’t matter when you come down, I’m always here you know.” Yes, I know. It’s just harder for us, because we can’t drive and don’t own cars, and don’t have a job where we can pick and choose our hours so much. So if Ro & I go down there, we’ll be catching the bus. If I get a bike before then, I want to take it along. I’d like to ride out to the beach – back beach, greenpoint, dump beach, shelly.. actually, you can’t really ride to shelly, you have to walk.

I want to do something interesting.

I wonder what is going to happen tomorrow? I think that Kirra is more worried about things than I am. I really couldn’t care less at this stage – there are so many things that I’ve been thinking about and worrying about and caring about getting upset about and losing sleep about… I don’t think I have the energy for it anymore, and not for something that, in the end, makes no real difference to my life.

Everyone should just get over it. You included.