well-travelled.
No, not like that. I mean on aeroplanes.
I’ve been back in this city what — three days now? — and I fly away again in another two. And after that? A six-day wait until another trip. The more immediate trip is to Melbourne, for a much needed holiday and a chance to explore. The trip after that is Kuala Lumpur again, for business. The apartment there is almost like a second house. I don’t say second home though, because it’s not. And neither is Perth anymore. It’s strange like that, in not having a place that feels like home. I feel like a guest in both locations — transient, fleeting.
This city seems to hold less-and-less for me. Plans that fall through, confusion, frustration and reclusiveness. Work has become the escape — strange, that.
I want to turn this around, though. But I can’t do it alone. So where are you?
