I sit here and compose this as I journey back home from home....

Theme tune- Mark Ronson feat Lily Allen 'Oh My God'.
In 4 months time this will become a contradiction, but...
Its nice to be home from time to time. I love the city, but its nice to escape the hustle and dirttiness and the australian suburban dream to go back home, where on arrival I have a feeling of simplicity. Its the train ride most I like, I think. I like how going home is a scenic journey. As the little train that could climbs up the tracks, if you look out the window there is an almost breathtaking view of macedon and not a soul outside the moving train- only paddocks and the occasional roaming animal. Bahhh....
However, going back home, back to the city is nice for a while, until the scenic comfort morphs into established suburban developments- a technological realisation that is a full ladder of reception that makes me look up from my ipod/book/magazine to this horrible could-be ghost town. That is, until the train is a few stops from terminus, and I become thankful for having the best of both worlds. Only just, though.
So I am really looking forward to the period where I am at home-home before europe, and when I return as well. I look forward to spending a few well deserved 'nothing' days where I can sit in a pile of beads and fabric remnants and do all the things I said I would long ago... When im in a fustrated rut (which I will predict could be immediate), I will look back on this note...