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I'm not feeling like I have much to write yet, but am compelled to put something down anyway to avoid mental atrophy. I'm here, and it's good, but I don't feel like much is happening. Feeling very introspective, suspicious that culture shock or some other kind of shock is hitting and I'm not really sure what to do with it. Slightly moody and perhaps a bit PMS-ish also. Just thought you'd like to know, since you are reading this blog. You're reading it, aren't you? Oh, sorry, my mistake.
Well, the housing issue seems to have resolved itself mostly. Friday afternoon Mr Wiggins and I wearily decided to look at yet another place, and lo, and behold, it actually wasn't a complete dive. In fact, it was pretty nice. Nice enough for us to run back to the rental office before it closed for the weekend. Monday I went in again to put a holding deposit on it so no one else could snatch it up. Yay. Should be a good place. Have to wait until next week to sign the lease, etc.
I desperately want to delve back into writing... I mean, writing writing, not only blog composition, which is hard enough. My dad found my rejection letter from the Bellingham Review in the mail last week. Phooey. It wasn't even a nice one, just a stock, "Sorry, we think you're crap" one. Can't say I wasn't in some way anticipating one, or at the very least bracing myself for it. Well, got that out of the way, now on to writing more, trying again, seeing what happens. I feel like all my thoughts are flurrying around my head like the little plastic snow in a shaken snow globe. I want to be set down on the table, let everything settle, drift to the bottom, where I can sort it all out, individuate all the little disparate pieces of myself.
Today I'm gonna venture off by myself to Sydney's Chinatown, meeting up with my friend Jeff who has just been traipsing around Australia and now is going to Vietnam or something. Jeff's parents and my parents were friends when we were babies, and we were sailboat babies together. Somehow we keep crossing paths every few years, even in Sydney, Australia. It's funny how people you know sort of have a gravitational influence on your life, even in small ways.
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