three weeks

it’s all happening very quickly at the moment. I’m trying to wrap my head around leaving and moving on from my life at stucco, from these friends. it’s very tricky, though I know I need to be ready very soon.

the virus has me cooped up for a week now. this means we’re postponing opening night. it also means I have even less time in the company of my friends here, it’s a little sad.

I’m reading, rehearsing, and going very gently. my housemates have been absolute angels so far. plenty of time for thinking and dreaming. last night I dreamt I went to yoga - which I’ve not done ever before - only to realise halfway through that I was breaking the law by leaving isolation and infecting everyone. very strange.

excited to be out. nervous for the show, and hoping I’m good enough alongside such a talented cast. three weeks left here - it’s surreal. <<

four weeks

dwelling on the fact that this chapter - my time as a student living at stucco with the friends I have found here - comes to an end in less than a month now. the joy I have found here has been immense, and has somewhat renewed me with a love for the unexpected, a reminder of the truth that regardless of where I find myself, there will always be treasure waiting for me somewhere.

trying to make the most of the time I have left here. there are so many special people I’ve found, and I don’t want to forget the time we have spent. an exciting chapter sits beyond my departure, though in the face of my final weeks here, I hope I can treasure this world without leaving any regrets or wishes behind.

big feelings. I think I’m a little overwhelmed by the fact that it’s over soon. how lucky I’ve been, and how lucky I’ll be to have more treasure to miss. <<

beams

the beams are getting fixed, which means the courtyard now lives in the shadows of three storeys of scaffolding jungle. I’ve been climbing with Nic and Bipasha.

I’d quite like to put up some hammocks or swings. there’s a lot you could do with the structure. because of the rain, construction only seems to be happening every few days. with less than forty days left here, I should make the most of the tower while I can.

spending as much time as possible with the special people I’ve found here. soon to be a place of memory for me. <<

booked

the hostel has been booked, meaning we’ve committed to our return. I’m pinching myself, trying to remind myself that this is real. unsure how I’m meant to feel.

I guess it’s really happening now. we’ll see another bonfire soon. <<

ten days on the island

I went home for a little while. it was lovely spending time with my family in the place I grew up. we went out into the wilderness, where the air is very cold and not breathed by many people. pretty far from anything you’d see in Sydney.

I was lucky to spend time with some of the people that mean a lot to me. living in two different places often leads me to forget how just how fortunate I am to have found such a range of precious people. they’re missed when I can’t be with them, though I’m grateful to have seen some of them over these past ten days.

once more I find myself waiting to board another plane. I’ll be in Sydney for a bit before flying away on another adventure. though my lack of purpose continues to force me to question what it is I’m looking for, I distract myself. stalling is something with which I’ve become very competent.

hoping to go gently in the coming months as best as I can. <<