Poor Stevie

watching the clock

Lately I’ve been waiting for life to begin – again.

Way back in 2006 I had just finished uni, moved out of my flat with the J-man and into a house with friends for a couple of months. I had a trip to Vietnam with my cousin Sophie planned for January 2007 and, determined to pay for the whole thing myself, I had to save up a bunch of cash. My housemates were often out of town so I saved money by buying a loaf of bread and a jar of vegemite, which would last me for a weeks’ worth of lunches and dinners. Needless to say I got thin, unhappy and a fairly stabby. I felt like every day I spent behind a checkout in that small country town was a waste and I was just waiting for life to begin.

And then I went and had an adventure, which included many sexy sleeper trains:


The thing that was extra hard about that time was what J-man refers to as “the dark times”. Just about every summer we spent apart at uni, things between us would get weird. It was, I think I realise now, me freaking the bejesus out about the fact I’d found my one true love at the tender age of 17.

So the extra sweet thing about finding myself in the same spot now – saving for a trip by depriving myself of a social life, food and clothes – is that this time I get to wait for our lives to begin. I think this adventure is going to be so amazing. And I can’t wait for it to look like this:

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1 Comment on watching the clock

  1. Soph
    May 12, 2010 at 9:33 pm (9 years ago)

    Oh wow. I’d forgotten about the sexy photos we took on those luxurious trains. I hadn’t forgotten about that Canadian woman yelling in the middle of the night though…

    I know what you mean about waiting for life to begin. I seem to spend most of my life waiting for life… hang on.

    But before you do begin your next adventure, this time with Mr J, you really must let me cook you dinner!!

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