Feeling much much better today.
Had some SMSs from a friend who is returning to Sydney. He moved to Tasmania (I want to say just over a year ago, but am sure it is longer – you will soon figure out I have no concept of space and time).
First contact in a long time says “On the Spirit of Tasmania with a truck load of furniture”. Why isn’t he on his way to Melbourne!!!
Tasmania always seemed like a strage place to live for a younger gay couple. And I will always be a little sad that I never got down there to see their place. I know Andrew has been over it for some time. Where they lived was outside of any major town (cause I don’t think you can call any place in Tassie a “City”.
At least with them in Sydney we can catch up when David and I make the trek to see the family. So that’s a “Woo Hoo” for sure.
The more I read the more I want to jump on the first plane for the other side of the world. If one day you’ll see a ruffled, hysterical woman knocking at your door, it’s me
Well, I’d prefer some notice so we can make up the guest room :P