This is kind of one of those 'I should update' posts... my mind is willing, but my body is *tired*, I just cannot seem to get up to scratch at the moment.

So where are we at? Well, we moved on the weekend... it's been quite amusing noting people's reactions, because we've moved from one of this City's nicest, inner city suburbs, to one with a terrible reputation out in the boonies... no one in their right mind would make such a move, so we've been getting some odd looks when telling people where we've been moving too. Usually explaining that we're house-sitting, living rent free, prompts more understanding facial expressions and noises :)

The day we moved was unbearably hot, but we had good help from the Lawyer (she offered since I helped her move) and the Beer Therapist, who I felt a tad guilty even asking since I hadn't seen him for a while but his reaction was a classic - "well, I don't know how you were planning on doing it without me, you need me there". Seriously, the guy would barely accept us buying him lunch for helping, he practically thanked us for helping us move :) We really did need him there though, it was a tough day and we did have lots of heavy things that only the boys could manage (much as I hate to admit to that...)

We have had all kinds of dramas getting out bond back... to cut a long story very, very short, after I went back to fix some of the things that the real estate agent was unhappy with, apparently it's still not good enough and we're having bond deducted for cleaning expenses... I'm particularly shitty about this because the place is certainly no worse than when we came, and we have a strong suspicion that they're being pedantic because we pissed them off in regards to another matter. At this stage I'm tempted just to sign the form and lose my $60, but that may just be because I'm too tired to consider fighting just now, and it's exactly what they want... I think I can count on the Boy to want to dispute it, but I'm going to leave it to the weekend to discuss it with him, I think. At least until tomorrow night anyway. I actually think it may be worthy of dispute, so I will have to give it some consideration when I'm feeling more lively...

Conversations between the Boy and I have not been particularly lucid lately because I've been working from 6am to 2:30pm and he's been working from 3pm to 11am... at least we're both getting eight solid hours of work, but we haven't been able to see one another at all, and when we're talking one of us is always half asleep.

I've been working at a girls grammar school, about a half hour drive from where I live (5 mins from where I used to live... hmph) and it's been pretty good. By this time I've gotten myself into a bit of a routine and it's the sort of job where you can easily keep busy but it's not too demanding, and the people are nice. I'll be doing next week there aswell now. It's funny, sometimes I find myself looking at these adolescent girls a little wistfully, wishing I was back there where everything was full of petty complications and great simplicity... only a little bit though :)

Getting into the routine of 6am starts has not been great though... I'm starting to reset my body clock, but I have a suspicion that the reason I'm feeling so exhausted is because I am coming down with something. Sunday was an exhausting day, followed by the early starts this week and initial lack of sleep, I think I'm a bit run down and on the verge of some coldy thing... hopefully, with a decent sleep in on Saturday, I'll be able to keep it at bay.

I'm not feeling entirely at ease at the moment though. A big part of it is feeling physically run down and the hot weather adding to my lethargy, but there are a myriad of other little things. A biggish one is living with my Grandad... he'll be gone in a couple of weeks and we'll be on our own, and I'm really grateful for the chance to be saving a bit of money just now, but... I feel guilty if I'm not spending time with him, and I feel impatient (and more guilt) if he launches into one of his rambling stories that I've heard before. I know he's really keen to spend some time with me and I'm trying not to be too reclusive... he's being pretty respectful also, and hasn't minded too much that I've not been overly sociable. The situation hasn't been so bad really, but enough to make me feel a tad uncomfortable, not really at home I guess. And then there's my physical surroundings... I'm not really at home, am I? The bed is too soft and half of my stuff is in boxes... my feet have been aching this week and I know I have some peppermint oil but it's in a box somewhere and I have no idea of the location... and so much of my stuff will be remaining in boxes too, I've got far too much stuff that I want to take with me to Japan, I haven't been spending any time studying Japanese, my cat and Grandad's cat are definitely not going to be friends (although there is promise they may learn to tolerate one another), and I haven't seen my Boy all week, which definitely contributes a great deal to not feeling at home because one of the best parts about coming home is him...

...which has given birth to doubts yet again about whether going to Japan is what I want to do... I think it is, but I want him to come too and he can't... but I think it's mostly just because I am tired and my defenses are low...

I guess I'm just feeling in limbo at the moment, and it's a tad uncomfortable, I'm not feeling myself at all and I'm lacking the ability to see anything clearly at all... I think I'm going to have a very early night tonight.

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