Brrrr

It is cold.

Well, apparantly not. I can't mention this indisputable fact to a local, because they just remind me of the past three months and the horrible, unspeakable coldness of that. Which I cannot possible relate to, because I was laughing and skipping and singing in the summer of the USA instead of suffering like everyone else. No one is listening to me because clearly I haven't suffered enough. I listen to my body shudder as I dash from bed to toilet, and then dash right back again. But aside from my body and me being miserable in the cold, I don't have much to say anyway. It is too cold to talk.

It is the morning of Day Two: back at work, and I have just as much enthusiasm as I had for Day One: none.

Of course returning to work means spending, like, nine and a half hours outside of bed in order to be civilised and all that stuff.

To find all my 'stuff' stacked into three portable desk drawers, plonked at a blank new desk with no window, or working phone. And to be re-assigned project-wise. From departing in an autumn of working on projects that mean a hell of a lot to me, to a new chilly spring and a new project that certainly has needs, but for which I don't have much passion for. Yet.

Being re-born in all that punishing cold mornings and spring time-ness? Can I possibly make it positive again today?

I am listening to Australian radio. The DJ just stated that something was 'rooted' (ie, 'f**ked'). Only in Australia. I have almost adjusted to listening to the cringe of an Australian accent, but it still shocks me. I was so comforted by the East Euro accent of my taxi driver yesterday, only to get out of the car and get a coffee from a very very Asian-Australian barista, sporting a broadness in the accent I could only have nightmares about. I am home! I don't need to pronounce myself clearly and slowly anymore. But I don't have anyone marvel at my accent either!

Oh, it is good to be home.

I actually have been spoilt rotten by Ewin from the moment I escaped the customs searching of the bike bags. We had four days to spend together, catching up, being cooked for, returning back to the country, talk of wedding stuff, borrowing warm clothes to get through it all, yada yada. It was great.

La la la la la la....

Brrrrrr.....