shapeofthings | Always the glory

A very tired girl today. Little sleep last night due to sickness, roadworks and very strange dreams. Home from work early and as soon as the heat eases I'll grab some sleep. The conference presentation is finished, awaiting feedback. This conference has shackled me for so long now - since May - it's odd to have it almost upon me. I leave on Tuesday. Oh, and I'm scared, in a little pace deep inside. I chose to do this because I knew it would be hard. I chose this because I knew I was afraid. And I chose to stay after the conference and travel on my own beause I need to - I've lost too much independence.

A few more days until I venture forth again. I'm getting good at living out of my back-pack. In the last 12 months I've done 3 months of on-the-road field work, been to Stanthorpe, Canberra, Sydney and Melbourne, and now I'm off to Tasmania. Four days holiday after the conference. 4 days to see some of my family and hopefully some more of my parent's native state. I'm considering hiring a car and driving out to Port Arthur to visit my father's ghosts, if I'm brave.

Meanwhile, the mundane drags me down. I've succumbed to Alex's virus at last - my health has been worse than usual this year. Council are digging up the road yet again (the 4th time in 3 years), this time to actually replace the gas pipes, rather than just patching them. Noisy nights ensue. A nest is rapidly taking form in the tree by my window, the prowd builders declaring their territory to the dawn each day. If only crows called sweetly (and didn't jusmp around on the tin roof).

Making plans for a photo-mission this Saturday with the boy, both of us buoyed by anticipation. And the house is clean to boot. The year is almost over, perfect time for endings and brighter beginnings.