I attended my very first auction Saturday. We lost, but not by a lot. It was definitely an experience walking away from an apartment I had invested weeks of fantasy planning into, knowing that I’d never actually live there. That followed by the realization that I’d probably be doing this for months to come left me feeling emotionally exhausted.
Still, the more time it takes to find a place, the more money I will have saved to furnish it once it comes time to move in. This is the part I’m really looking forward to. Finally having the space to buy a comfortable couch, being able to cook in an organized, fully equipped kitchen and owning a proper, lockable glass display cabinet to house all of my toys… there’s a gay interior decorator inside of me thats getting very excited at the moment.
The saving isn’t going too well though. Despite the fact that I haven’t gone out in nearly three weeks, my savings have been minimal due to other expenditures.
Kubrick’s. I’m beyond addicted. I’ve preordered Metal Gear Solid series 2, the Aliens Power Loader box set (both will be arriving in November). I’ve already received both Star Wars series 5 and 6, not to mention Gumby series 2. Gumby Series 1 and Ponkikis series 1 are also on their way… I’m pretty much ebays little whore.
I’ve also picked up a ticket to Big Day Out. The lineup doesn’t look that promising to be honest. There’s a lot of artists on the list that I like, but few that I’m truly excited about. At the moment the standout acts for me are “Björk” and “Arcade Fire” with “LCD Soundsystem” and “Dizzee Rascal” sparking mild interest. Should be a good day regardless, though I do hope some other acts sign on before January arrives.
Anyway, I said I’d get into why I’m staying in Melbourne. It’s certainly a question I’ve been asked and asked myself a lot over the past month. There are obviously a lot of reasons to leave, many of which have been pointed out to me over the last few weeks.
I guess it comes down to, and this is going to sound sentimental as fuck, loving Melbourne. My soul is in this city. So many locations, however insignificant, hold memories for me. I have a history with this city. I grew up here, and despite how much it has changed over the years – it remains the same.
I know so many people here, and despite how rarely I see some of them, they are here. I have too many lose ends to leave behind. Too many apologies left unsaid. Too many people I wanted to get to know but never did. So many enemies. So many random acquaintances. I have won and lost, loved and spiraled, boozed and bled on the streets of Melbourne. My streets. My city.
Sure I could do O.C Ash. I could move into a big house with a pool and finally get something resembling a tan. I could move anywhere and be relatively happy (okay maybe not places like Iraq or Dagobah), but It would never be the same. I wouldn’t want it to be the same.
So despite the fact that I have a job here that I like, several great friends that id miss and am about to be left an inner city apartment to live in, the true reason I’m staying is because my heart lies with Melbourne.