Moonlight Held in Flesh

Last night, from 7pm, was the second annual Steampump event put together by the guys who go around to schools doing the History Up Close program.



By about 6.30pm, everyone who had either a stall, connection to History Up Close, or anyone else doing a service was inside and flitting in pre-Steampump socialising. This was lovely, and the first occasion when I happened across the hot chocolates made out of chocolate, milk, and cream. Mmmmmm.

For this event, I'd been approached to do tarot reading. Now, this was with the full awareness that it wasn't something I did professionally, yet I had more than a passing proficiency with the cards. They had this little room sectioned off and draped up in curtains, a little table in the middle of the room covered in pretty fabric for a tablecloth, and a lamp that was dim enough to create just the right atmosphere, but bright enough that I could actually see the cards I was trying to read.

Come about 7.15pm, we tarot readers were approached by the man running the event because apparently people had already started showing an interest in getting a reading. I don't know whether the first people that we read for started saying really nice things, or whether the Steampunk crowd are just open to and excited about the idea of tarot readings. In any case, a 20 minute wait in a line outside of the tarot reading room was about usual all the way until midnight. At one point, instead of switching on and off, another room was created for us so that the two of us who were reading could read at the same time. That was a real special hour and a half without break. But in a good way.

This was the first time I'd read so many people who were not people I knew at all. Of course, there was the odd person who came in that I knew; two in fact were people that I knew but didn't know well enough to know what I could get away with saying, or how frank I should be, and that created its own special level of awkwardness until I was able to move past it.

By and large, I found that the readings that were most appreciated were the readings that I was sure I was getting so wrong by the second card that I was almost ready to put down the cards and apologise that I wasn't sure what I was going on about. There were a lot of people who came in with that 'this'll be a laugh' kind of game expression at the start and, by the end, were reaching into their pockets for $10s and $20s towards the donations that we'd announced would be welcome.

The strangest thing was... I believe I got a 100% hit rate, which seems utterly ludicrous, considering the sheer number of people who came through. It seemed, long before the end, that there were three different kinds of people sitting there after readings and, somehow, the readings that I was giving were received equally well by all three groups.

1/ In this group, I would put the people who have their own working interaction with magic and/or universe. They are the types who likely do their own tarot readings to clarify moments on their own path, and are therefore coming to another tarot reader to get second opinion and/or just simple confirmation of the messages they've themselves gotten.
2/ The second group of people are those who would likely be more than happy to have a working communication with the universe and/or their own set of tarot cards if they could make sense out of what either or both are trying to say.
3/ The third are the ones who inevitably ended readings with a statement similar to 'Wow, this is what my friends have been saying to me for ages'. They are the sort who, if they don't like what they are hearing from the universe/friends/other, have a tendency to stick their head in the sand ostrich-style. I actually found myself coming out with these words to a couple of them and, by and large, they are not unaware that they do this.

In the course of the night, one of the people who came in, after receiving her reading, offered me her card and told her she was an event manager and to give her a call this week. Which was incredibly flattering, and something I have to now decide whether it's something I want to go into. Cause, if I was interpreting her correctly, this could mean I have a possibility for being a sort of carnival-style tarot reader at more than this event.

I'm not the kind of tarot reader who takes the whole thing too seriously, really. To me, the entire night was a whole lot of fun, made up largely of the amount of gratitude that was shown both in words and donations. None of the readings were incredibly in depth, purely because the line discouraged it. For most, readings went for about 15 minutes and were a crude combination of a part of the Celtic cross and the past, present, future spreads, with extra cards being drawn at need. I liked that I didn't need to fill out a particular space of time; these readings just went for the amount of time they needed to, and then it was time for the next one. In that way, this environment suited me much more than the hippy shop type tarot reading option that I've also tried out.

However, for all that, the decision is going to have to be made up on a 'do I have time?' kind of basis. Steampump was an event that I was interested in attending anyway. Being paid for being there and, in fact, not having to pay entry, was just icing on the top of a steampunk-decorated cake.

I have been waiting for this episode of Glee all season. Each season so far has now had that one episode that has stood out as one that I could watch back to back to back ad nauseam, the one from first season being 'Vitamin D' and, in particular, this scene from youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=og_8Trt_nTs
It's My Life / Confessions

This week's episode, 'Born This Way', I actually did watch twice back to back. Every single scene in this episode made me want to watch it again straight away! And, yeah, I could be doing my homework, but this is way more fun and it's holidays.


**SPOILERS**

This episode begins with pretending that the members of this Glee club can't dance. Again. Of course, they are immediately punished for this when Finn knocks Rachel to the floor (by accident!!), which heralds the arrival of the Worst Doctor In History who tells her it's broken but "a great excuse for a nose job!"
Risks here are completely overlooked, as are any actual doctor-y investigation.

This is followed by another scene in which Santana "keeps it real" :D :D as she gives us an insight as to why she decided to get a boob job last season.

I'm really glad that they have gone back to the Santana / Brittany storyline, as well as totally hearting the idea that, if Santana got prom queen, Brittany would believe her if Santana told her it was "royal decree" for them to date. I love this idea so much I'm considering writing fanfic for it, including the line that Santana "has to gay".

Oh! The look on Quinn's face when Rachel thanks her for coming to the doctor with her.

Quinn: I'm surprised more girls haven't asked me. My nose is totally awesome!
Rachel: *all understanding and knowing nods with a little fangirling in there as Quinn asks to be able to count on her vote*

Little do we realise how important this nose is to her. Seeing the look on Rachel's face, during Quinn's big noting of herself is amusing too since Rachel is often in the position of big noting herself.

If Rachel seems a little concerned during this scene, it's probably largely the fact that she's not the one big noting herself. For once, Quinn appears to have all the confidence, and it's a confidence that doesn't really rely on Quinn pulling someone else down. This seems a good time for Rachel to encourage a little girl talk.

Rachel: So... secret girl's business? What's it like to be you?
Quinn: I have a warped view of the world. It's awesome.
Rachel: My warped world view comes with a very different effect to yours...
Quinn: I can get away with everything!
Rachel: How about getting pregnant?
Quinn: Hmm? I didn't quite here that?
Rachel: Getting kicked off the Cheerios? Twice?
Quinn: Missed it again. Huh, they have really bad acoustics in here. Oh look, there's the doctor!
Doctor: Are we ready to give you completely needless surgery?
Rachel: Ah... no... *looks to Quinn*
Quinn: It appears we haven't sung about it yet. You understand.
Doctor: I'm sorry. I didn't really hear a word you said because I was so distracted by your wonderful nose.
Quinn: It happens :)

Unlike Finn and Quinn later on, Quinn and Rachel manage to have a conversation here that doesn't involve the third one of their love triangle, thus fostering more of my secret little Quinn-and-Rachel-both-toss-Finn-aside-and-fall-into-each-others'-arms 'ship.

I also love this sequence, and the song, because it's how I imagine their OOC life is. There are so many pictures out there of the two of them together, but I think this is the first song they have sung together that was only the two of them. Also, Rachel didn't over sing quite so much while singing against Quinn. Brava all these things!!!

Okay, so, Santana is my favorite pairing all on her own, and there was such a lot of Santana in this episode. Like when Karofsky's trying to assert his non-gayness through noticing Sam's jeans, not his ass.

Santana: Like that's any less gay.

Exact quote. Yo.

Actually, everything she says in this scene is like the writers wrote up the parody I could have written if they'd been less on the ball. I can do no better. The future that "Auntie 'Tana" paints out for him is another thing I want to write, in a future fic that may or may not include their mutual beard-status.

Ah, here we go, the next conversation between Quinn and Finn where Rachel is unable to be extricated from their relationship. What I find more distracting than this, however, is the truly amazing set up they have of having this conversation through the eye-hole at the back of their lockers, all the way through to the confused look on Finn's face just before he closes his at the end.

I know that the pause at the end of Finn / Mike's dance sequence is another punchline for Finn's dancing but... I really love his dancing here. There's a part of me that can't help but see the gawky man he was at the beginning of the show and appreciate how far he's come. This sequence really portrays the best of this. Also appreciated is how different this song is from his usual repertoire, ya know, right up to Finn's raising his hands at the end of the song. Kinda ruined it for me.

Bleach your freckles. Ahhhh. That makes so much more sense than bleach your knuckles, which is what i heard the first time.

Does anyone see the beginning of Karofsky's speech as sounding like an introduction at an AA meeting? I love when Santana starts mouthing along with him and you figure out why it's so stilted from Karofsky's mouth. But yeah, despite these things, I found the whole thing a little unrealistic. The line "I know I'll need to earn back your trust" kinda make me want to puke more than when Santana stepped up and held his hand. I lived for the moment when Kurt calls him out and Karofsky reacts with some of his own personality again.

Puck being in the girls' bathroom but, more, the fact that he drilled a "peephole" in the wall so he could see when no one was going. This is both disgusting and hilarious, which is Puck all over. If anyone is a broken record, then that's Puck with his "hot Jew" business but somehow I can forgive him that too. The fact that the Glee club has deemed Puck the most likely to get her to the mall, over Kurt or any of the girls who could have come into the restroom, says something about their relationship that I want to infer. This scene also leads us neatly into my favorite scene, and my favorite screen shot, as pictured above!! Lines like what Puck says here make me imagine how amazing a person he's going to grow up to be.

Next scene:

Puck: Why are we all standing out here? We have the right number of Glee club members to make a team. And what about that piano just sitting there in the yard? That guy with the guitar over there? And those violins?
Mercedes: Kurt's back!
Sam: Well that explains why all this stuff is here instead of the auditorium.
Kurt: I'm back!!
All Other Students: *cheers and applause*
Sam: Hang on, wait. I thought Glee club was meant to be unpopular.
All Other Students: ......
Merecedes: Now there's a reason we're meeting here today.
Blaine: You didn't think I'd let you go so easily, did you?
Kurt: <3 <3 I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.

Actually no, this scene is much more slashy than this. It went a little more like this:

Blaine: I'll still get to have you after school and on the weekends.

Oh yes. Another direct quote. :D

All mocking aside, perfect song choice. I cried at Kurt/the Warblers, my first time getting teary over Glee, but smiling all the time. I love that Kurt's first song back was Barbara, putting him straight back in with Rachel; another lead into the scene coming next. Actually, all the songs in this episode were stunning. I'm sad I've only been able to find 5 of them. I've been struck dumb by this song both times I've watched it now. Kurt really pulled out all the stops on this one. Every time they pan out into the corridor at the end of this, I expect to see Karofsky standing out there, the outsider.

And, if this had been a normal lengthed episode, this would have been the ending. However, we get 15 extra minutes this week!

Is it bad that when Lauren called Quinn 'Lucy', I thought for a second she was speaking in really bad taste and was referring to the state of her after having given birth? I love it every time they open up Quinn's character. Sorry, Lucy Q's character (:D). I have a question, though. Lauren guessed Quinn's old nickname was Juicy Lucy before she finished her conversation with Quinn. The posters were already on the notice board by then, so how is it that it says Lucy Caboosey on the poster? Just one of the things Continuity Guy didn't manage pick up that day.

Puck / Rachel!!! The only thing I don't like about this scene is that Puck is replaced by Kurt so early. However, the expression on Puck's face as he puts on the jukebox, followed by the little dance he does a bit later, more than makes up for it. For all of my private canon, I like Rachel and her relationships with Kurt and Mercedes that much better when she's single.

And ooooh the flash mob!!! I LOVE it when they do this. This scene is only made more awesome by the fact that it is a real thing that happens, not something in Artie's imagination. :D :D :D

That Lauren apologises is but one of the reasons she is my favorite character. Come on, she's a bitch, but she's the one keeping it real.

Santana / Brittany / Lebonese = 'nuff said. Another scene where I wouldn't change a line.

Overall, I was a bit disappointed by their tees that summarised the glee club's weekly project, but that could also be because I had so much love for every other scene in this episode. Their dancing was good though, which was the concern before Finn knocked Rachel over. Don't know when they managed to practice with everything else that went on, but good for them!

I seem to be doing a fairly good job, so far, of documenting where it is that I'm getting my inspiration for actual and projected scenes, even if it is from UK Skins watching with priortodeath today.

I make it no secret that I love the character of Effy Stonem. So, it's equally possible that I'm indulging in a mini Effy photo post here... which has also inspired an idea for a scene that isn't going to be written anytime before tomorrow.



And some prose: "I'm the one who gets to have the fucking breakdown," James said, his voice low and angry. "That's how it works. Your job is to hold it together, and I kill people, and I fuck, and I do all sorts of evil shit that you don't have to think about."

Sitting in the office of one of my university lecturers yesterday, I'm frantically scrambling to write down notes towards all the comments she's giving me on my essay outline for Tennyson's 'Lady of Shallot'.

There's a pause. Either she's gathering her thoughts or she's waiting for me to catch up with my note taking. I don't really care which one as I'm using the time to scribble down the end of my last thought before she starts talking again.

"You're going to have to explain why the Tower does not signify change..."

And then my mind does something like this:



.... before tuning in again to realise that what she's actually talking about is a comparison between the tower and Camelot in 'The Lady of Shallot', also known as the topic I'm writing my essay on.

I thank god that the only thing that signalled this break in my concentration was my pen pausing over the piece of paper I was writing on, before kick-starting back into note taking.

"Trash. Trash. Rubbish." Things were flying over James' shoulder and into the doorway of the room behind him, even as Tash sat calmly in that room, on a beanbag, and flicking through a glossy magazine that had been one of the first items James had thrown out of the room he'd claimed as his.

They were settling in well here. All things considered. Daniel had, of course, cased the house for places that might need guarding against. Then, around five minutes later, Sebastian had done the same thing. Tash had no doubt that, given another ten minutes, and once he was done throwing things out of his room and into hers, James would suddenly realise he'd not yet cased the place and would remedy that.

While that happened, Tash would move everything he'd thrown in her room back into his without lifting a finger. Sometimes, it was good to be a witch.

Somehow, she had the idea that Bri wasn't adjusting so well as the rest of them. It might have been that the blonde just hadn't seen as much as the rest of them. Even as she flicked on through pages of her magazine, her mind reviewed the merry band she'd come to ally herself with. Daniel had seen enough to be a smart ass, even though he was merely human. As far as Tash could see, there seemed to be a silent pissing contest between Daniel and James that Daniel still seemed to think he could win.

Sebastian was definitely the brains out of the men. Well, not so much brains. James demonstrated brains on occasion. Particularly in plans that involved himself getting out of situations scot free. Sebastian was the brains behind figuring out what the rest of them might do.

Bri still seemed as though the whole vampire world was a mystery to her. Not surprising as she'd barely been a vampire six months so far. Coming here via the underground must have been a real treat for her. She'd give the girl till later on in the night before trying to approach her about it.

As for her, she had her own reasons why she'd left her home town and come on this jaunt with a group of vampires and their human. But if she had to define it, she'd probably say...

Coming to the end of her glossy mag, Tash delicately removed herself from her beanbag As she started on down the hall to see what the rest of the house was up to, she stopped idly by James' bedroom door.

"Try getting into my mind again? You're going to find all manner of strange things start crawling their way into your head."

James had stopped muttering under his breath and throwing things from his room into hers some time ago. In answer to her accusation, he turned slowly to look her up and down. He wasn't even attempting an innocent fascade. Instead, he gave her a special smile that did not make it even halfway up to his eyes. "Looking forward to it," he answered, with a dare-devil glint.

Tash turned away from his room, made it to the end of the hall where Sebastian was in the process of pouring himself a drink. While she plonked herself on the couch and kicked her legs up over one side, she called out to him, "I thought you said you were going to keep a better leash on your brother."

Sebastian turned aside from the bar -well, dresser, but they had already begun to stock it like a bar- and gave Tasha his whole attention. His eyes were kind of lazy as he considered Tash's request. Really, they'd only been here about two hours. "What's he done now?" he asked, with the world-weary voice of one who has been tied to an unruly twenty-three year old brother for the better part of half a century.

Tasha heaved a sigh. "Tried to get into my mind. Didn't get very far. Obviously. I think I need a drink to make myself feel better about the whole thing."

Sebastian hesitated, then turned back to the bar where there were beverages that were people-friendly, not just vampire-friendly.

"What would you like?" he asked.

"Mm, scotch and soda. Do we have soda?"

Sebastian shook his head. "Guess you'll have to just make do with scotch."

Tasha's lipstick darkened lips twitched in mirth. "Oh, damn."

"I'm looking for a way out."

Danika looked up from her drink, then paused a moment to let her eyes travel all over the body that had found its way in front of her. A playful smile widened her lips, and she hadn't even reached the torso yet.

"Like what you see?" the voice attached to such a very pleasing body said, with not a small amount of irony.

Danika looked back up into his eyes and met that cool gaze with one of her sweetest. "A way out?" she asked, sweeping her eyes dismissively towards the door of the bar they were in. It would be much more interesting if he decided to stay.

"Not that kind of way out," came the reply.

The smile on Danika's lips was not getting any smaller. "Oh, you're one of those types," she said.

"What... types?"

Without answering his question, Danika stuck her hand out to be shaken. "I'm Danika."

The man before her raised an eyebrow.

Danika turned her hand to look at it, then faced it back towards him. "It's not going to bite."

"James," came the rather terse reply, one that came without an accompanying hand to shake.

Danika just curled her fingers around her drink again, then sipped from the straw without worrying about taking her eyes off him. Nobody would try to harm her here. Especially not here.

"Do you know a way out or not? Bar woman said you were the one to ask."

The short fae-like girl gave a small sigh, which masked the look under her eyelashes that she gave to the tall red headed woman whose hands were currently paying a lot of attention to cleaning a glass behind the bar and whose eyes were not hiding the fact that she was watching over this conversation. "It's all about how you look," Danika said, turning back to look at her newest handsome stranger. Her eyes flickered away from him again, this time to a painting on the wall just beyond the door to the bar. "Things in the underground aren't the way they seem."

Hunter came up behind her, another much taller person than she, another very attractive specimen of a man. One of his arms landed loosely around her shoulders; on the other side of him, was another young man.

"Danika. Are you riling this perfectly nice gentleman?" Although Hunter's words were smooth and polite, one would have to be mighty oblivious to miss the steel undertone to his words. Hearing it, the bar wench turned back to her highly polished glass, put it down, and moved onto the next one as she finally took an order at the other side of the bar. "Your brother says you're looking for a way back into the mortal world."

"We are. I'm Sebastian." The dark haired brother of the one she'd been talking to leaned forward to shake her hand, and Danika shook her hair out of her eyes and shot him a high wattage smile.

"Politer than your brother," Danika mused, then merrily pretended not to notice the snarl that got her from the man she'd been talking to. Maybe 'man' was too general a term. That was certainly his gender, if not his species.

Hunter seemed more eager than Danika to get this conversation moving along.

"There is a transport through that mural," he said, but caught onto Sebastian's arm lightly before the two vampire brothers could simply walk off with that information. "Any city that mural drops you in... there are our people on the other side making sure that people who pass through here don't make any... trouble."

Hunter's face was utterly passive as he passed this on, but Sebastian understood.

"I thank you," he said, giving a single nod of his head, the expression in his eyes enough to share that he'd taken this warning seriously.

Much to Danika's disappointment, the brother who had come up to her left in the direction of the mural without another look in her direction. After they passed by, she overheard others talking behind them.

"What did James do this time that Tash wouldn't open up a pathway on her own?"

Alright. So this.... This is a story that is best represented by itself. It's poking fun of a whole lot of things, and was really fun to rewrite.

(If anyone knows how to do dreamwidth cuts, I'm happy to hide these stories behind them. I just don't know the html)



The Underground and Himself
This was before they knew him. He was arrogant, self-entitled, after that, but all the Sidhe were like that. Brought up as unelected aristocrats of the fey. At least according to Themselves. So what was he doing down here?

He was humble, only just this side of broken, and only just doing that well. Frator Victatio didn't forget much that he saw. He never brought it up afterwards, and neither did Bones. By the time they arrived at Arize's place, they were already pretending like it had never happened.

But out there, on that dank, drunken night, they had made first sight of the Sidhe that would become Samael. Vic didn't drink, but he did a good impression of a drunk man for all of that. They were swaying back and forth on the street that kept moving -- the street totally could have been moving; it was the underground, after all -- when Bones stood shock-still and Frator Vic resumed watchful sobriety.

"What the fuck is one of the Sidhe doing down here?"

Bones was moving again before Vic could quite reach out to stop her. She could take care of herself, it was just that Vic didn't necessarily think it was a good idea for her to prove that on a member of a race whose presence down here usually preceded violence.

As he watched this Sidhe, however, he didn't think that that was going to be the case. This one looked... lost. Like he didn't know what to make of the two of them, or even of himself having found his way down here. It was unsettling to see in the usually confident Sidhe.

Not unsettling to Bones, apparently.

"You look like shit." She wasn't saying it to borrow trouble, though Vic felt some concern that this might be the way her standard bluntness was received. For surety, the Sidhe was taken aback. Then his eyelids dipped half over his eyes in a way that somehow didn't obscure his view of Bones; a reasonably suave move coming from the Sidhe, since Bones stood almost as high as the lithe fey man.

"You are the bone woman."

Clearly, he'd heard of her.

Bones didn't preen for a moment over the obvious claim to infamy. "Yes. And you are tall, dark and reasonably attractive. For a fairy boy. So what are you doing here?" She attempted a leer but, between her drunken stance and lack of one eye behind the eye-patch she wore, it came out as almost more of a snarl.

Vic groaned under his breath, but the 'fairy boy's eyes flickered up immediately to assess him. Damned Sidhe. Their hearing was as bad as the vampires'. Vic cleared his throat, but stood his ground. Cherry wouldn't like it at all if he came home in more than one piece, but she'd like it far less if he didn't come home at all.

The Sidhe's eyes moved away from Vic as suddenly as they'd come to him, obviously -- probably correctly -- assessing her as the more volatile threat.

"And, he is?"

It was interesting that, bedraggled as he still clearly was, he was already beginning to command some of that arrogance that made up much of the backbone of his race. Bones didn't play into it at all. "That's Vic. And I'm Bones. And, you are?"

"I don't... have one." He frowned.

"A name? Eh." Bones shrugged one bare shoulder. "You'd be surprised how common that is around these parts. Why are you here?"

Bones' emphasis referred back to the original question, still unanswered, and now repeated twice. Apparently, this time the fairy boy saw fit to answer it.

"I have no where else to go." That lost look was returning to his features again. Apparently, they'd offered something to distract him for a while. Vic found that he almost preferred the fairy boy when he was cusping on arrogant.

"You do now," Bones supplied briefly. "Come on. Let's go knock on the Succubus' door."

Vic groaned again, this time without the Sidhe's note. Arize wasn't the best for having house guests; his partner even less so. This was going to be... interesting.

"Vic? You coming?"

Coming? Vic questioned silently, his feet already moving to follow up behind them. Like he'd miss this.

I've just had The Autumn Castle, by Australian writer Kim Wilkins, recommended to me by teknohippi. It has completely absorbed me from first page to about half way through fourth chapter when Fergie interrupted the flow of my reading to ask me something before. Very well written, very much making me want to keep reading to see where it goes. Depictions of characters are a little bit on the light side but there's enough given to keep you engaged.

I didn't know, when I picked this up, that it had a large portion of it set in the Faery world. I remember, a couple of years ago, it was nearly impossible to pick up faery fiction. Now it seems to be about as popular as vampire fiction, with as much variation given in authors' discretion over how to represent these creatures, and the good ones seem to keep gravitating towards me.



It's something I can live with, actually.

Have you ever fallen in love with two people at once? How did it work out?


I found this question on LiveJournal, and had to answer: Frequently!!

Actually... there was this trend for a long while where the older relationship would fall down due to insecurities once a new person entered into the equation. Then, one day, there was the arrival of this awesome person who for some reason seems to understand the fact that it's more natural for me to be in love with multiple people at the same time. And he was okay with that. In practice as well as in theory.

And that is cool. Except for the unforseen side-effect that this awesomeness leaves me with time to think about my own insecurities in the place of spending all my time working on someone else's...

:/ (I really don't think this was the original intension of the question)

Sitting at my desk in my room, kitten is snoozing on the bed. I really should go downstairs and put the heater on, but I have slippers for my feet already, and the kitten has decidedly ensconced himself in all of my bedding.

It's really sappy, but sometimes I can't help but stare at him. He's a big pain in the ass, climbing on fly wires and jumping up on benches. But he's also this cute little living creature who has this adorably sweet disposition, keeps me company whether or not I want it, definitely adds his own character to the house... and I look after him. I've never been the one who looked out for someone's wellbeing to the point of making sure he has food and water or else he won't be able to feed himself before. And it's wonderful having that.

And he's so peaceful when he's sleeping that it's like it's a completely different kitten who makes holes in the fly wire and licks up the bacon grease in the saucepan ;)


I have this beautiful house, so many books, feature walls and curtains in the color I knew I wanted to have when I was living in "my own" house. It's stability, and it's weird to have, and it's cool to have. I've got this weird feeling where I have everything I need in my own little townhouse, and everything outside of that is extraneous until I start my next semester of uni. Of course, the internet helps with that. :D I haven't felt that since I was 16 in my mum's house with one of the master bedrooms and everything I'd ever been given living in that room with me.

And I think I'm only realising it because, well because the kitten just made an adorably cute sleepy kitten noise and curled up even tighter on the bed, and because andrew_in_nz is currently staying here and hasn't seen me in a couple of years, and we're just realising how little I resemble the flighty girl with bags packed and a different country to go to every other month, with total possessions not out weighing 20k tops.


I like these moments of nostalgia.