Happiness

Jun. 10th, 2011 10:59 pm
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I have been finding the space to do things that make me happy again, including:

* I hung around in Northbridge for a while on Wednesday night. I had fifteen minutes to fill before meeting lovely-old-friend and lovely-new-friend for dinner, and I sat down in the Northbridge piazza to watch a documentary, and immediately a stranger sat next to me and started chatting. I like this! I like talking to strangers, and surprises, and the oddness of Northbridge.

* J invited a friend from uni around on Wednesday night, and when I got back from dinner I sat with them and the housemates in the lounge, talking about politics (live animal exports, how people see science) until 1 am. It is so restorative to have clever people in my life who are willing to pull apart ideas and ethics, and ask tough questions in gentle ways.

* I have been starting to do ukulele practice again, after a long absence (mostly to do with strange hangups and associations I have with ukulelestuff). I am finding new songs to play that are tricky, but not impossible, which is just what I need right now.

* Vegan cooking! Some of it works out and some of it doesn't, but I am feeling pretty good about vegan food at the moment. It almost never feels like I'm missing out.

* Getting back to research and writing. I'm having a hard time with it, mostly because after the last year of rushed teaching the slower pace of reading and thinking and plotting and planning feels decadently unproductive. But I'm happy to have ideas in mind and projects ahead of me that I know I'll get into eventually.

* People! J is absolutely and ridiculously lovely, and I am appreciating the heck out of him. Also, ladyfriends! Ladyfriends for crafternoon, and ukuleletimes, and Friday night museum visits (we went to a talk on dangerous marine animals: I am never going in the sea ever again), and dressups, and extravagant overseas trips, and dancing, and Always Having Someone Who Has My Back. Also, a variety of strange but delightful connections I have to people that are hard to describe, but which nevertheless make me feel much better about the world.

* Good spaces. I have always felt just a little odd in our house, because it's the first place I've lived where I haven't had my own room, and I haven't wanted to impose my crazy aesthetic on housemates. But I've rearranged the study/guest bedroom, and now it's colourful and useable and full of silly pictures, and I feel very happy in it. Also, in our room which I tidied up as well.

* Books! I keep forgetting to read, because I feel like I should be doing Productive Things! Always! But I have been making time, and I went and explored the Curtin library and found a book on women of the Beat generation, and it is so nice to be learning and exploring with no particularly aim.

That's probably enough for now, right? I am feeling fairly pleased about it all.

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May. 19th, 2010 08:16 pm
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listening to French punk on Greek protest radio. trying to work out the situation Bangkok, reading tweets and commentary. marking. drinking greek coffee full of cardamom and cloves. will, in all probability, be staying up past my bedtime. reading, thinking, writing ill-formed fragments in the various places where i do such things.

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Mar. 11th, 2009 03:23 pm
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I've decided to move out of Matlock. Our lease is coming up, and I've realised that I just can't keep up the effort of moving backwards and forwards between Matlock and J's place, trying to make each place feel like home. It's too exhausting.

I'm excited about moving in with J; making a home together, finding out the wonderful (and irritating) things you only find out about if you live with someone, making a space where our friends are welcome and new projects are undertaken. J balances me out and makes me happy, and this feels like a good step to be taking.

At the same time it feels hard, because there's so much about Matlock that I love. I'll miss Sunday breakfasts with everyone around, boofuls helping me play dressups, cooking together and watching crappy movies and long discussions around the kitchen bench. I will miss having lisa and boxer the horse in walking distance, and feeling like their place is just an extension of ours. I'll miss my room, with its windows onto the garden and the sounds of the birds in the morning and the night breezes. And the dinosaurs everywhere, and the loungeroom that we rearranged so many times, and the garden, and the treehouse.

So right now I'm feeling a little fragile and mournful about it all. But I'm trying to remind myself that moving house doesn't mean losing my friends, and think about the positives. I'm also working hard to convince myself that "a trip to IKEA" is not one of the positives.

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