Hey there,

Same and different

I've been catching up with people, some of whom I haven't seen for a year or four. They've changed. I've changed. We have plenty to catch up on.

I've been visiting places that have changed too. At the QUT Kelvin Grove campus, I see the block I went to for class, the place where I sat and edited an entire video on my phone (the Macs didn't have iMovie and I didn't back myself to learn the Adobe alternative in that time frame). The cafe serves wine now. And this time, maybe for the first time, I notice the trees that sit between the campus and the main road. I walk beneath the largest, oldest one and look up at the fairy lights I never had the time to admire.

"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."

--Heraclitus

T-shirts

I bought exactly two new t-shirts. That same week, two of my existing t-shirts came out with holes. Maybe they knew.

I haven't yet developed my sense of style but my wardrobe tells a wonderful story. I have something representing different snapshots of my life from teenagehood until now. The Canterbury jersey that wasn't cool enough to wear and became a staple cardigan-alternative. The dress I bought at a Gold Coast op shop and wore to the conference gala that time. And two new shirts.

I got to wear one of my new shirts the other day. The shirts that I hadn't worn when I was with David or with any that came before him. The shirts that I hadn't worn when I was a university student or a sales person. It was nice to have that.

My old shirts are familiar - they feature in photos and memories of another time. But it's nice to see new things enter my closet and life.

Dance

I got to watch footage of myself dancing for the first time since I really started. It's nice to see that how I imagined my skill level in my head is similar to how it actually looks.

Anyway, I hope you're all well.

Talk soon

Rosie