I started moving into the share house today. It was pissing down with rain so my possessions and me are feeling cleansed and ready for new adventures. I will complete the move tomorrow. It already feels weird to visit the house and that I’ll be staying with people I hardly know. My room looks smaller than I remember but it will be something different. I’ll survive and may even really enjoy it.
Speaking of moving on, I went to visit my friend who lives in my old flat (the smaller side of a duplex). She is also moving soon, has been through similar experiences and we had a great catch-up. The flat felt all hers. I remembered the year I spent there, all the structures were familiar but I felt no attachment. Mostly, I had a few chuckles thinking of the neighbour and her squeaky bed that proclaimed all of her amorous goings-on.
So even though I’ll be living close to where I was before I left, there are new things in store for me.
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I’ve been having really interesting dreams about ex boyfriends lately. Also, I’ve been meditating again and doing lots of self-analysis (I’m so much more than a blog, baby ;)). I’m fortunate that I get to enter almost meditative states at work and had a realisation today that there was a lot of karmic involvement with Mandorla Man and that a big part of my being with him was a form of penance. He was my hairshirt.
And y’know what? I have punished myself enough.
It is now The Age of Spiral.
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Any tips for the Melbourne Cup?
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Finally, I’m going to revisit the choir and see if I want to still be involved. They all want me to come back but it needs to be right for me.