Finished half a semester and nothing beats the final build up to a long awaited break. Though it’s just over a week, some time to just stop and breathe is always greatly appreciated. Accomplished a good number of things over the past few weeks despite the tiresome school schedule this semester. Caught the Brisbane queer film festival (highly highly recommend W imie and Freier Fall) and had the experience of watching among old gay men who waved over to each other from across the theatre like a gathering of old friends. Hit Gold Coast’s Whitewater world and plunged down The Wedgie one too many times, experimented with dinners and had the momentary vision to switch ambition to that of a hawker stall owner, suited up for the first time, caught a lunar eclipse for the second.
Had a few unexpected conversations, attempted reconciliations and a text I had waited years for. Some of these conversations left me wanting to curl up in a ball and never think about anything ever again, others left me open, gaping and wanting more.
I am also still wondering where to draw the line between let’s give this a little more time and too much time has passed it’s time to do something about this or let it disappear forever. Sometimes it’s not so much a choice, and perhaps letting it go is the only way of retaining the beauty of its past. Who really knows?
Anyhow, hello again, Sydney. Thank you for the much needed break.