Feb 2006

So this is the end and the beginning ...

Cicadas buzz outside as the road shimmers and warps in the distant from the heat.

My house of 3 1/2 years is now a distant memory. My life reduced to a suitcase, an overnight bag and 1/2 dozen plastic storage boxes with an assortment of unappetizing coloured lids. Oasises of nostalgia surface and sink through my consciousness as I finalise my packing, discarding favourite tshirts and boxers with an unease and discomfort usually reserved for country music.

And as I throw away another piece of my past, procrastination slaps me across the face, "Its coffee time", it says. I tend to agree.