the lure of the west

Two posts in two days - what's going on Banana? :-)

I think of it with some trepidation, but less and less as the start date nears. I know honours can be a total bitch, but I've also heard that having a good supervisor can make or break the experience. And I'm just so bloody excited to start reading texts that will make my brain hate me, and suffer, and then to come out at the end, eyes wide, saying 'holy shit, I think I get it'.

For now I'm beavering away, while B sleeps on the bed, and the cat sleeping on my backpack. Both of them sleep-breathing, snoring and sighing. I may well be the luckiest girl in the world.

Today's culinary achievement: green split pea and ham soup. Yay fat and happy.

Erratic and Happy

Happy new year and all that- again months seem to slip through my fingers like so much melted butter. But I am happy. This year has started unimaginably well (and unexpectedly so).
While Freo beckons me back with long mild days and absolute soul-freedom, I've discovered something here in Budapest that will make me yearn to come back. Someone, in fact.

Blush blush swoon swoon, I feel like a teenager again. Not angsty and spotty, but nervous and giggly, and so happy that my toes are almost permanently curled.

He makes me want to be a good person (good as in true, not good as in un-naughty), he makes me laugh and he makes me think. He makes me dinner! :)
And he gives me lots of words. All the time. Whether we're in the same city, or a few countries apart.

Honours is looming, but I'm looking forward to working that tired, scared part of my brain again, with Gary's help. And yes, I am looking forward to sitting atop Monument Hill again, on my own, sending dearest wishes back here and quietly wishing I wasn't alone. But the cranes and the blue and the sea - the flame trees and just the beautiful ease with which things work there.

Off to bathe in words again...