This is a photo that K took and left on our computer. I like it.
Also in the category of stuff that K left behind that I like: Kazuo Ishigiro's The Remains of the Day and LCD Soundsystem's Sound of Silver.
Hey so it is a bit lonely in Walthamstow, Ross is getting close to deadline in his work with Dmitri, so he stayed in Camberwell last night and is staying again tonight. Boo! It makes sense to stay because it takes him so long to travel, and I guess I am pretty okay with being alone for a little while.
Some friends of ours came over last night, they are a couple and were talking about being apart, and how they couldn't possibly do it. A situation arose where he has an incentive to go back to Perth pretty soon, but she was looking forward to travelling and enjoying England a bit more. Their general take was "Gosh, it's a bit of a bummer that she has to leave early" - there was no option for her not to go when he leaves... I don't know if it even occurred to her.
We saw some other friends on Saturday night, he's studying in Oxford and she's living here and working, but not really in any sort of career type job. They're going back to Perth for a few months over Christmas, and she mentioned that if she did stumble across a career type job in Perth, she would probably take it. The way she put it, obviously long distance sucks, but they've done it before and could do it again if they had to.
It's funny when life gives you such obviously contrasting stories. Makes me feel like I'm in a movie or motivational video or something. I'm waiting for everything to pause, then a voiceover and accompanying text will say
"WHAT WOULD YOU DO?"
I don't think I would want to miss out on opportunities because I had to go wherever Ross went, and I wouldn't want him to miss out on anything for me. There are worse things than being lonely from time to time, and I feel like we could catch up once we were finally together again.
In other news, our neighbours are WEIRD. There's one dude whose lounge room window directly faces our kitchen window, and we've had some dealings with him that have led to him being nicknamed Phil Collins*. Anyway, all night he's been really agitated and shouty. After I had a shower, I noticed the kitchen window was open and I went to close it and I swear he was NUDE at his window! I backed off really quick and went upstairs, but I could still hear him muttering to himself. Nut-ter.
Oh yeah, I should explain these pictures. It was a wedding gift from some of Ross' friends, one of those crystal garden things. They are amazing and great, and everyone should get one.
* I wasn't around for it, but apparently Joe and Ross and Daisy were sitting in the kitchen listening to music, and all of a sudden he started blaring Phil Collins really loud. They looked out the window, and he stood there for a second before shouting "I HATE YOU".
Joe paused for a second, then said "I don't hate you".
Another pause, then the dude gives them all a thumbs up and a big cheesy grin.
Phil Collins, man. He is nuts.