Arrival

High ceilings, shuttered windows.
Winding roads with tumbledown houses.
A terraced garden and a cat on the staircase.
The smell of sweat and a feeling of loss.
If only I could put it all together.
I know it means something.

I've been in Melbourne for almost two weeks now.
Moving away from home has proven to be paradoxically ten times easier than expected and at the same time crushingly difficult.
The people who I treated with utter disdain are now almost a thousand kilometres away. That's not to say I regret treating them with disdain, but rather I am upset because now I have nobody to treat with disdain.
Making friends is a laborious process and one that doesn't exactly have a clear beginning.
I am surviving. I am surrounded by nice things and the essentials have been made available to me. I'm a very lucky person.
I need to get out of my head a little bit.

Something is changing,
Meaning keeps escaping and now,
It proves impossible to say.
I don't have to do this,
The point is easy to miss,
And I know that there is another way.