The Familiar

I'm sitting in the house I almost grew up in.

My Nan's house, the only place I have been able to feel safe for the entire 16 years and 5 months of my existence. So the place has changed since the first day I stepped over the thresh-hold (or more likely, my Mum did with me in her arms). There's new furniture, a fresh coat of paint on the walls, but somethings haven't changed, like how easy it is just to be here. Nothing has ever felt so familiar.


I saw my Mum today. Well not my Mum exactly, in fact I am almost positive that she did not see me. Here I was, sitting in my Uncle's car when this red Holden commodore comes around the corner, the last thing I recognised was the car it's self, I just saw that number-plate that I had memorised so many years ago whooshing by. My stomach did little flips, but no major disaster struck. I guess I just miss her...


I ran into kind of a friend of hers today when I was walking my cousin to the soccer park, of all places. She told me how devastated my Mum was when I left. Yeah, thanks for that.


So here's another negative-ish blog from Scarlet... again.


There is a positive. Since I've been here I've met up with  the old friends that I haven't seen since graduation and everything just fell into place. Rachael, Ashleigh, Laura... I adore you! You are truly precious!