A place called home

L ast night I slept in my own apartment for the first time. It felt great. Already life here is working out better than I could have dreamed:

– the move went smoothly, though it was a very long day on Sunday (8am-1am)
– my furniture fits in perfectly, making the place more spacious than I expected
– all the neighbours are very friendly, and I already know half their names. We went nine months in Searl Road and I only met one neighbour – once – when I had an issue with the fusebox
– having a train station on your doorstep really is a godsend when you live so far from civilisation
– it is very quiet at night: almost no road noise and the trains just whisper past
– internally there is little noise either, the walls are nice and solid
– the village around the corner has everything you might need
– the shower is hot and strong

All up it’s close to perfect for me. If only I was hanging around a bit longer to enjoy it before going travelling!

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Born in New Zealand, now living in Australia. When I'm not travelling, that is... Though I have travelled quite a bit before, 2012 is the first time that I've taken a year off to roam the world. Spending this time with Kristen exploring some of this planet's finest sights has been the best decision I've ever made. Who knows what 2013 will bring?

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  1. Kristen October 20, 2009 at 11:37 am #

    Hmmm Damien, I note in point four you mention the distance from ‘civilisation’…you wouldn’t be inferring that we Shire people are an uncouth bunch would you??? 😉

  2. damienmaurice October 21, 2009 at 12:33 pm #

    Yes. Yes I am. You’re all Hobbits 😛

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