Distance is a bitch

Oh Bud,
maybe we should shift our 80 year plan
and move in together now,
buy small dogs (white, of course) and cats...

and even though I'm not losing you to the Land of the Great White Cloud, I don't even feel one jot of happiness. I'd give anything (all my nonexistent money) to hop on a plane now and come and hold your hand and pass you tissues and pour you whiskey. and maybe a nudierun?

Is it January yet? Watch out Melbourne!

Anything else that happened today has paled in comparison to this. I've written some Christmas cards, made some mince pies and tonight I pack for my redeeming move.
I lost a kg this week, it's those giddy hardworking butterflies, long may they flutter.

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