In return / On Return
# kitkit Says:
March 5th, 2007 at 1:27 pm [edit]
Your boring now your home.
So, it seems that the world of public transport is not everyone’s cup of tea. In order to spice things up I shall return to one of my more popularly received topics. That of my heart. Though it’s been feeling better lately, so I can’t promise much until the next tragedy occurs.
Returning to Adelaide was always going to be a test of how much I’d gotten over things. I’d have preferred to return here single as there was going to be a new level of recovery to go through and quite frankly I don’t want CaptainMan to have to feel the effects of it wash down the phonelines and internet towards him on the other side of the world. But so it goes. He has his history and context and I have mine.
I’m noticing that returning to A-Town has put me into another stage of grieving / missing Dan. Suddenly I’m surrounded by mutual friends, streets and cafes and a market of memories. His old torn, softworn tshirts are still amongst my things, gifts he gave me are remembered. But I realise that it is just a stage to be lived and grown through. One day Dan will be back too and we’ll meet the other by accident. We’ll have to acknowledge each other and it will be weird but hopefully not too bad and that will be just another experience to step through too.
Of course, the return to Adelaide isn’t all sighs and sads.
I’m living again in my grandmother’s house and it’s weird to know that she’ll never visit there again in physical form, though I am still yet to see her ghost. As I clean up and sort through our collected material histories I cry out in wonder at her marvellous taste in costume jewellery and crockery.
Adelaide continues to get smaller. People I’ve met online introduce me to their offline friends only to discover that I already have met them. People from school, work and down the road come up to me. I guess that if I hadn’t been away I’d be sick of the two-degrees of separation, but at the moment I just adore it.
In fact, Adelaide is just awesome despite the bus issue which is no longer relevant as I’m back riding Salt. And if being back home makes me boring, that’s just fine with me.
you didn’t slurp your laksa.
i still like you, pippa. even tho ive only met you once
the minute you returned to adelaide you were being unimaginably helpful to me at my CD launch… you were the door-person with the mostest and i really couldn’t have done it with out you!
xxoo lsd
Dear Mr. Pickle,
i laughed so hard when i read “CaptainMan“..
xoS
Sighmon: I didn’t eat laksa! And I tried slurping my kway teow, but it just was not slurpy enough. Eating laksa in front of one person is intimidating enough, but an entire food court of people i know?
Carly: We shall meet again.
LeighStarDust: You rock. And as we’ve now discussed I shall be your tour manager in the UK and US.