I just spent a lovely weekend with a girlfriend and her friends on the far Northern beaches of Sydney. I had such a lovely weekend. On a boat in Pittwater, swimming, sipping a Corona (or two), meeting new people. Living.
I saw some of the beautiful houses people live in. I drank gin and tonic. I spent some time with some lovely people. I did it to make sure I get out and about, having lived under a mushroom for a few years.
And then I retuned to my little unit in the south of Sydney. The one I paid far too much money for. The one Lily and I call home. And I smiled. I walked in the door, opened my windows and doors, dumped my keys on the kitchen bench, and thought "this is my home". My home. And Lily's home. And no matter how small it is, no matter how much I paid too much for it, it is mine.
And I feel a little happier every day. But I still miss you. I wonder when that feeling goes away? Maybe tomorrow, but maybe not. Either way, I have my home.
xx
