And time passed

Here she is homesick again. Like a pendulum between continents, like a snail with an uncomfortable house upon my back I roam between apartments.

On the tram just now the sky was washed pink from the slippery sun, and I felt absolutely wretched. The desire to settle keeps growing larger. Budapest is home- granted. So is Freo, perhaps more so. Does love tie me to one place? And if Budapest then where? I just want to have my own little m2 - doesn't have to be big, just has to be mine.

I comb through my knotted memories, pushing the ones that don't feel so good far away. I longed for Australia so intensely today I couldn't even immerse myself in Fitzgerald (Zelda, not F Scott)...

Yet I know, and this is the dillemastic battle that rages in my admittedly limited brain- if I'm so lucky and if the choice is mine after all, why am I making it hard for myself? Because if it was all cloudless I'd get bored.

However tonight, after we both finish our work there is cold beer, and tomatoes tight with the colour of summer, and we can eat them, perched on the balcony, pressed side by side, under the branches of moon shining through the strawberry tree.

...

I miss the dolphins in the harbour