perspective

This weekend I had a visit from Luke!

He arrived on Thursday afternoon for a long weekend stay. I took Friday and today off work so we could hang. I was in huge need of a break and a piece of home.

It was so fantastic to have him here. So nice to have a familiar face around to share with and snuggle with.

It was hard to say goodbye today. I felt sick in my stomach from the time we got to the airport. I still do now.

I don't think I really realised how lonely I've been feeling until after he left today. I've had times when I've felt alone... this blog can testify to that... but this feels different.

After Luke left today I went back in to Townsville to stroll around for a bit and soak up the civilisation, so to speak...

I went walking in the mall and came across a bookstore called ''Molly Who?" It was so nice to get lost between the shelves and see what is new read-wise at the moment. Although I hope never to do customer service work again, I do miss working at Angus and Robertson sometimes. Having first dibs and knowing what's hot in the literary world was kinda fun.

I'd love to own a bookshop of my own one day. As long as I never had to talk to anyone. I could be like Bernard Black...

This bookshop in Townsville was particularly nice though. Along with the best sellers they had lots of interesting stuff too, and a great non-fiction section. I ended up spending over $100.... (shhh, don't tell)

I bought:

• Apples by Richard Milward - crazy random book about English teenagers who have lots of sex.
• Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell - I actually haven't read it yet... please don't judge me.
• Scorcher by Clive Hamilton - bitch session about the Australian Government's stance on climate change.
• The Little Red Writing Book by Mark Tredinnick - a writer's guide to better babble.

I was particularly interested in the non fiction section of this shop. It had a lot of books on modern politics and social issues. Looking through these titles made me realise how incredibly tiny the stories I write for the paper are... and I don't mean in word-length. I mean in importance. Even my hardest news stories look like fluff when compared to these books, which address the same types of issues in huge depth.

One day I would like to write something important. Every writer says that I know. But despite the cliche I still feel that way.

I don't know why I'm going on about this bookshop... This blog has been a bit of a stream of consciousness type affair. I guess it's just another thing I've been missing while I've been in Ingham. Luke. Friends. Family. Music. Books. Convenience. Coffee..... THE LIST GOES ON.

I am not cut out for extended periods of isolation or rural living, methinks.

Six months down, three to go.

xox

Tegz