Limbo Land

I feel so lost. Nothing left to do here in Vegas, house is painted, quotes for next bits are in.

I am starting to get itchy feet to go back to the big smoke. Want to sit and have a beer with my mates, play netball, find somewhere to live (so I am no longer the girl with "no fixed address") and get back into it.

But part of me is so happy here, one because I am not working but also because the pace of life is so much simplier. For example the hardest thing I had to decide today is what to have for dinner. I love being able to sit on the front steps at night and actually see the stars. I love that at midnight, the town is so quiet I can hear the freight trains pass down Denison Street. I love that you see so many different types of birds in the backyard, cockatoos, galahs, willy wagtails, doves.

Who am I kidding........except for the fact that mooching around Rocky doesn't pay my bills and that often I want to headbutt my mother......I would quite happily stay.......well for at least a while longer.......just not for good.