Primavera Estate

Back in Melbourne, and one whole month of work is gone. I'm beginning to get over the novelty of it, and it's actually beginning to be just a job- no palpitations, no tremors. Just A Job. I go back to emergency in a couple of weeks though, so I suppose this feeling is only short lived.

I watched a movie the other day that really surprised me. The Last Kiss isn't out everywhere yet, but when it is, you should just ignore the teen-trash title and go see it. It made me think and feel quite a lot.


Also, Air's new album, Pocket Symphony, is absolutely divine.

I miss beauty a little bit. My life is not aesthetically pleasing, there are no pretty things, no shiny things, no breath-taking or jaw-dropping in my every day. Coming back to the city is good for my soul, I miss the architecture and the galleries and the lovely long cold afternoons.

When I was little, maybe eight or nine, I remember coming home from school on the bus, and looking out of the window, the wind blowing my hair (it was long then). And I remember thinking, I am content now. I am not happy, but I am content. Happiness is fleeting, it comes unexpectedly and it goes, and I do not have it right now, but I like this contentedness. It's safe.

I walked past Gucci on Collins the other day and had to actually stop and look at a dress in the window. It was purpley and brown and floaty and delicious. But then I walked back the next week to visit it and it was gone.I looked for it on the internet, and I found some more other dresses from their spring summer collection, but I could not find my dress. Alas. Twas fleeting too, and it has flown.

Current reading: Michael Crichton 'Next'
Current listening: Air 'Pocket Symphony', Arcade Fire 'Neon Bible'
Current mood: Content