Well, my hopes in going to Spain for a short break, in which I would be able to process the last year and relax in the sunshine, are fading away. My original plan was to leave by now. Obviously I haven’t and this is down to the simple fact that voluntary work doesn’t get rid of debt all that well. The money that I receive from my kind supporters is quickly eaten up by the groceries (well that concept is full of ironic comedy). On top of this I haven’t played ultimate frisbee for what is too long and I don’t think I’ll be making any tournaments in the next couple of months. This leaves my summer wide open as my plans are falling down all around me. I end up struggling to clasp on to hope that this prediction is not definate and that maybe somehow the plans will rise up from their current crumbled state. I’ve read 600pages of the new Harry Potter book that came out just under a week ago. Unlike me to get so much reading done but then again that’s all I have to entertain me at the moment, what with students out of town, friends off travelling and not much happening as far as the Boiler and me is concerned at the moment.
I haven’t managed to have a decent chat with my friend Cozz in Melbourne recently either, the time difference and schedules of life working against us on that one. She has a way of lifting my spirits most of the time or if not just kicks my arse back into place, it’s a mutual thing. Friendships closer to home are a bit weird, seems the uncertainty and frustrations of the times spills over into them. Being real with eachother and trying to be a community, family like, stirs up tension that in other, somewhat shallower, friendships just would never see the light of day.