The Death of Adam

Hello, Coathanger. Sorry if you're the dude pictured. No royalties. Do you ever get the feeling that somebody who is not  you is in control of your life? Like, supernaturally? Serendipity, fate, all that hocus pocus? At this point of my life, I'd say it's the Norns. At another time, I'd say it was God but I sincerely doubt an Abrahamic god would help me transition and be nice to me throughout. The truth is I really don't know who  it is, but every so often they line me up to either fail or succeed miraculously. This time it's lined me up to succeed. There were so many variables moving down, which I've already written about. Where would I live? Who would I live with? Would I be able to find a place within the two weeks, given Sydney's housing crisis? I was fully aware that I could end up homeless and sleeping rough (and let's be frank, it's fucking cold down here!)  but somehow I've managed to find a room and a bed to sleep on, and I

If you went back in time and told Muslim-me that I'd be in Mecca in 2017, I'd laugh! Ok, so the above photo is actually Brisbane airport, BUT STILL! WE HAVE NOTHING LIKE THIS IN MACKAY! So yeah, if you missed it, I'm back in Sydney, baby! I'm gonna keep this short because I'm... so damn tired, but I thought that you, my seven loyal readers, deserve to know that I have arrived safe and sound. I'm in West Ryde for a bit, or possibly longer since I'm looking at a place on Thursday night which is in the same suburb, basically. I'm feeling... nervous, happy, excited, euphoric, terrified, so many things! I was on a train today. I haven't been in a train since 2012 and they all use this card system now which took me a couple goes to work out. I looked like an idiot lugging a 23kg suitcase on a bus but hey, I arrived, and I did it myself! I need to stress that last bit. I had help, of course, but the bulk of the legwork was done by me. This might

Yeah, it's not one of those  before and after's. I'm still a potato. But I'm a potato who is trying very hard to keep their blog updated. All is going well, the apartment is clearing out, and next week I'm flying 1700km south and not coming back. For a while. On a side note, my sister broke up with her fiance . It happened on the day I had my two teeth removed (did I write about that? I should have) and that day was still the best day of the week. I mean, it's caused some kerfuffles with my plans but omfg, Nobby Doldrums will not  be my brother in law! That's a celebration right there!

My everyday look right now. I haven't updated in a while. Sorry about that. It's just over a week now from D-Day and I'm aware of just how fast time is slipping away. Cinnamon (my tortoiseshell) is gone now. The guy who came to get her seemed to know how to handle a scared kitten, which was miles above the family that wound up scaring the shit out of her. It's really not that strange; she's spent 90% of her life with me and one other cat in my apartment. She's living with a family now, and it's another reminder that things are ending here. I'm... coping. I think. I'm still pretty scared but I'm fairly certain I can make this work, even if only for a little while. I'll be staying at my parents' house for a while ( euuuuuggghh ) before I fly out so I can focus on the apartment. It occurred to me that when I leave Mackay, it will probably be the last time I see the family mutt, too. He hasn't been well, and it might not be lon