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The something continueth, anyway.

Arthur and the Seeing-Stone
So, at the time of my last update, I was still in Melbourne. We'd just seen a few houses and I'd had a job interview, and we were about to apply for two places. Well, we managed to get one of the first ones we applied for, by lunchtime Tuesday. It's a pretty big house, with a large yard. More house than we truly need, but it'll be nice to have space to sort ourselves into an amalgamated household whilst we poke at the housing market over there.

Given that we found somewhere to live in such short order, middle_marker decided to make excellent use of his remaining leave, and follow me back to Perth for a few days.

The rental process led to a funny conversation with an agent, actually. The agents for our first preference house called my mobile on Wednesday, after we'd been accepted for the second preference place. "Hello, we're just processing your application for 2a Nice Street, and there's only one problem...you've applied for a 6 month lease, and we just don't do them, we only offer 12 month leases."
"Oh, I see. Well, we're looking for a 6 month lease, as we're hoping to find somewhere to buy in the not-too-distant future."
At this point, you could hear the mental gears screech into argh-potential-buyer-mode, and there was a minor backpedal. "Oh, it's not that WE don't offer 6 month leases, nooo, it's that landlords don't want them, not in this market."
"Ah well. We've actually just been accepted for a 6 month lease on another property, but thank you for considering our application."

*shrug* Whatever. We have a perfectly lovely house now, not very far from the tram and with a decent spare room/study. It'll be great to be able to host the people that have expressed an interest in coming to visit, should they make it over! I have no idea when my furniture will make an appearance in Melbourne, but I'm assuming late February some time.

As I mentioned, middle_marker took advantage of the unexpected free time to come over to Perth. He just returned to Melbourne this evening, as he starts work tomorrow. I definitely appreciated the company, but hell's bells, where did that week go? We flaked out on Wednesday after our weekend of Constant Activity and Stress; I found myself falling asleep every time I remained in some tolerably comfortable position for more than a minute or so. I had to work on Thursday, and we hid from the horrific heat on Friday by *ugh* cruising shopping centres, for the most part. We did try an excellent new breakfast place with Friend Stef, though.

Yesterday was lovely. We dropped the elflet off for a night with her Dad, made some yummy sandwiches, caught up with some of middle_marker's friends, then headed to Betty's for burgers and, dare I admit it... "two idiots for Twilight, please". Yeah, that is how I asked for tickets. Got an awesome double-take/lol though. :P

That movie is all that I had been promised, and less. Oh, wait, except for the glaring omission of The Line!! There were many (unintended) LOL-worthy moments, but they sort of petered out into an angsty mediocrity of humorlessness in the last 20 mins or so.

The horrible hot days had mellowed into balmy bliss by late last night, and neither of us felt like going straight home, so we drove down to Floreat Beach. We saw skinny-dippers, and once I had felt the water, I was tempted to join them. Instead, I (fruitlessly) rolled up my pants and stood at the shore. No moon, but I stared out at the Rottnest lights and the variously-lit ships, feeling the water swirl and a vibration through the soles of my feet that was indistinguishable as either the surf on the sand or my own heartbeat. I've acknowledged that there are people in Perth I will miss dreadfully, but some nebulous feeling became a little more distinct; I will miss the land. I will miss the shape of Perth. I will miss that ocean, those rivers, the seasonal waterholes up and down the coastal plain. This is where I was born and grew up and became me. I don't doubt there are beautiful things waiting for me on the other side of the continent, but that place won't know me and I don't know it. Yet.

The next couple of days hold a couple of tasks I regard with nauseated apprehension. In some ways, once they're over, I feel like it's all downhill. Sorting and packing an entire house for two people? Bah, that's nothing compared with ringing Centrelink and seeing my tax badger.

The problem is with stress and anxiety is that it starts to bleed into other areas. My monkey-mind doesn't distinguish between eustress and distress all that well, and I start worrying about issues that are long resolved, or problems-that-aren't-yet-problems (and probably won't be).

Ah well. It's a brilliant adventure, and things will work out...well, how they're going to work out. Deep, eh?

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etfb
Jan. 18th, 2009 01:16 pm (UTC)
Real estate agents talking unmitigated bullcrap? Surely not! I am shocked to read the implication!

And I quite liked this juxtaposition of concepts:

We saw skinny-dippers, and once I had felt the water, I was tempted to join them. ... No moon...

Didn't join them, then!
baroquestar
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:41 pm (UTC)
No...am kicking myself now a little! I mean, how often does one get a beautiful warm ocean, a practically deserted beach, and a buddy to keep an eye out? I so should have gone in, a little way at least.
brong
Jan. 18th, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
I had a great skinny dipping incident yesterday. Three grown up men and three little girls age 3-5. Lenny decided to just wade in with his shorts on still, and Alexander (being the non-parent in this group) swam off into nowhere in his bathers. Leaving just me, and my two little girls heading out to the deep like the silly critters they are, so I stripped off and hopped in.

There were a couple of the local rednecks hanging around, and they got really abusive. "what are you doing hanging your $#^*# out in front of my missus" being a choice quote. Said if there weren't kids there he would have come over and bashed me, and proceeded to yell obscenities for the next few minutes. I'm pretty sure I got called a pedophile at least 10 times.

Their group was 2 guys, 2 girls. The guys proceeded to moon us, then they all got in their car and made angry engine noises and spun the wheels at us a few times before heading off.

At least when he said "how long have you lived here" at me I could reply "I was born here mate". Took the wind out of his sails a bit!

Thankfully, the other people who were at the lake were much nicer, and invited us over to share pancakes with them after we'd finished our swim. Most amusing really, but I'm glad it didn't actually get to the bashing stage!
baroquestar
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:41 pm (UTC)
Can't believe I missed this icon use op.
*moons you*
mstakenidentity
Jan. 18th, 2009 07:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Can't believe I missed this icon use op.
*snort*

My friend impostinator and I used to take great pleasure at mooning the moon. We're easily amused obv.

It will be fun having you in Melbourne, i hope I get to see you sometime, I always enjoyed talking to you at IVs, and reading your lj of course. :-)
morgaine_lafay
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:02 pm (UTC)
I've acknowledged that there are people in Perth I will miss dreadfully, but some nebulous feeling became a little more distinct; I will miss the land. I will miss the shape of Perth. I will miss that ocean, those rivers, the seasonal waterholes up and down the coastal plain. This is where I was born and grew up and became me. I don't doubt there are beautiful things waiting for me on the other side of the continent, but that place won't know me and I don't know it. Yet.

And you just summed up why I still feel out of place in Perth. That's it exactly! But its a little different as I left an entire country/hemisphere behind. I think it's a little easier to settle in to the other side of your own country. Well, I *know* it is having done it myself. I doubt you'll be a weirdy like me and still feel out of place 8 years later . . . gawd, has it really been 8 years?
baroquestar
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:42 pm (UTC)
Well, at least the year will get hot and cold at the usual times for me! It'll be weird having the ocean in the "wrong" spot, though.
mayak2
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
I'm so excited for you Shiv! I'll definitely invite myself around for a cup of tea and some cupcakes if that's alright by the three of you :o)
baroquestar
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:43 pm (UTC)
Yayyyy! You will be SO welcome for tea'n'cakes. Come and check out houses while you're at it. :P
mayak2
Jan. 18th, 2009 03:04 pm (UTC)
I might even spend some time with the inhabitants! :P
seagoon
Jan. 18th, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
*squeeze* you've summed up the vague nostalgia I feel for Canberra. Don't miss the city itself, miss some of the people there dreadfully... and there are aspects of the land I pine for. Birds. I miss native birds. Nothin but pigeons and miners and bleeding sparrers down ere, missus.
dear_prudence
Jan. 18th, 2009 10:02 pm (UTC)
i'm thinking of you as i pack our lives into boxes too.

and im so glad you found a place - where is it??
dilettantiquity
Jan. 18th, 2009 11:20 pm (UTC)
I'm feeling quite bad about my failure to catch up with you; I've been totally wrapped up in my own drama and forgetting of the fact that you're only living here for a little bit more. :/ If you have any gaps in your schedule, let me know and I'll try my best to organise my stuff around yours. /hug
teeheeiambad
Jan. 19th, 2009 04:30 am (UTC)
Twilight- Which line were you waiting for? They cut out the best part of a whole scene that I was waiting for. Pretty much the only one in the damn book that I liked!
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