well, it's nearing the end of yet another era in my life. rightly this era should have ended on august 22nd, but we're aiming for this weekend now - we're moving out of our place in kensington after two and a bit years of living here. i'll have a lot of great memories of this place - the parties we threw (of which there should have been more, i know). also, apart from fiji, this is probably the only other place i've lived in that's resulted in writing about it - a long time ago, i had a story published in a local paper all about living in this house. i had always wanted to live in a shopfront before we moved in here, and now i can cross that off my list - though i never did get used to the noises that flew straight in to our lounge room from off the street. i've overheard lover's tiffs, drunken philosophising, and quite disturbingly once, an amorous couple copulating on our front gate (he was irish and very persuasive; she australian, and had apparently 'never done it standing up before'). i must admit though, the street is lovely - tree-lined and wide, changing its colour and texture with the seasons. apart from the occasional arguments, the only other sound that made me nervous was hearing someone running down the street - my hyperactive imagination would jump to fantastic conclusions about what the person was running from. it's just occurred to me that i never thought the person was running to anything, which could have been an equally plausible thought...
anyway. goodbye kensington. hello narre warren for a couple of months. then, the world. i am so excited about this trip! though the control-freak in me is a little worried about not having any plans for europe as yet. any hints/tips/offers to crash in spare rooms are welcome. i'll cook you a curry.