| 10:32p |
Housewarming for cold times
So, it turns out that I might have accidentally moved out of home. There's no bad reason for it. I mean, there is, but overall, my main motivation for moving was to promote goodwill amongst sentient beings in my new 'hood. If that makes sense. This whole being-elusive-thing can get difficult at times. Anyway, my Mum gave me this cute little flower to make me feel more at home in my new place. It's a fake rose that's velvety. At the bottom of it's pot, there's a little switch that you flick that makes the flower gyrate and sing. It's sort of like the Dita Von Teese of fake flowers, if you want me to elaborate more on the "gyrate" side of things.
What do you take with you when you find yourself moving unexpectedly? I mean, there are the obvious things, like undies. But I also found myself packing things that I didn't think I should leave at my parents' place. These things included:
> My Care Bears calendar (a girl needs to know what month she's in, of course)
> My blankie that looks like a skinned Muppet (it's purple and fluffy and kinda shiny)
> 3 different Bibles (one that's a study Bible, a small one in case I want to read it somewhere exotic, and a normal one)
> A gold sash (in case I am in dire need of accessorising)
> Sock monkeys (for company)
My dad and brother Derrick came over last night, and they asked me if I needed anything. I replied, "Ooh, yes!" and rattled off a new list: my spotty painting that Geoff, Zac and I made last summer; my stereo; my Stephanie Alexander cookbook. Oh, and of course, some CDs- I knew that I was in desperate need of good music, as the only CDs I had in my possession were the Young Divas single (a present from Sonya) and the Ronn Moss album (IT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME, it's only because Geoff likes him in an ironic and non-sexual way).
So I find myself living in a very nice suburb at the moment. It's a teensy bit posher than where my parents live. There's lots of Audis and Beemers parked in the street, and I can see pretty water and lights from lots of windows here. Billions of buses go by the main road, so I don't get that cranky, why-do-I-live-in-Woop Woop feeling that I used to get all the time. There's lovely parks about, and the neighbours are actually nice. Like, they all talk to each other and care a lot instead of threatening each other with Machetes (true, I swear).
But you know what? I would totally, totally swap all of that for everything to be back to normal. Things are still not that good in Carla Gypsygirl Land. I'm sorry I can't explain why yet. But, just because I like to think of myself as being more interesting than I really am, I thought I would clarify I few things:
1. I have not eloped. (I wish.)
2. I have not been fired.
3. I am not in trouble with The Law. In fact, I haven't done anything bad at all.
4. I haven't had a fight with anyone, especially not my boyfriend.
5. I'm not sick.
Tonight, I tried to make myself feel better. I made bangers and mash for dinner (it took AN HOUR AND A HALF- obviously, I am still a novice chef), I prayed, I read the Bible, I cried, I wrote in my journal, I called my Mum. Things are making a bit more sense, but the sadness hasn't gone away. I'm going through the motions of daily life, but on the inside, I feel like a runny egg.
Explanations soon, I promise.
Carla Gypsygirl xxx
ps. The other day, while I was at work, I served a customer who commented on my name. She told me that her daughter had the same name. I told her quite proudly, "My parents named me after Carla Zampatti, the Australian fashion designer." Then the customer replied, "I named my daughter after a go-go dancer named Carla." I replied (perhaps a little too loudly), "A go-go dancer? Isn't that, like, another term for A STRIPPER?" And she then regaled me with her tale of bar-hopping with her ex-husband while she was pregant, and encountering a stunning go-go dancer named Carla. Perhaps this was not a customer, but instead, an ominous apparition regarding my future?! I mean, I know burlesque is all the go right now. I dig the Pussycat Dolls, and I am really starting to think that Dita Von Teese is pretty cool. But come on, lady! I know I wear short skirts, but I ain't THAT skanky! |