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The Great Northward Trundle is now over, and ye gods am I glad. It's not that the trip was particularly long or terrible, but after ten days sleeping in beds smaller and softer than the one I'm used to and being in environments which are unfamiliar and in which I was at the mercy of other people's plans a lot of the time, it's really nice to be home.
I'll write a longer post about the journey when I'm not tired, but in summary for me it was about people. Meeting Matt's family was the obvious one, but I also got to catch up with some old family friends who are very dear to me while I was back in the valley. I got to see my Mum while I'm in a basically happy state for a change; we were just able to enjoy each other's company without any great crisis looming in the background. It's been a long time coming.
Things with Matt have been solidified in ways which are hard to express tangibly. Having time together without the usual distractions of computers and TV was definitely a contributing factor - the talking that didn't result in horrendous duck-related puns gave me reassurance that we're on the same page in terms of relationship fu and some of the issues floating around it.
What else did I get out of the trip? A deeper appreciation for the reliability of Melbourne's weather (a.k.a.: you think this place is bad, go deal with the sudden thunderstorms on the Mid North Coast of New South Wales, sucker). A better grasp of where some of Matt's quirks come from. A now burgeoning regret that I didn't start reading Snow Crash sometime before, oh, say, THE LAST DAY OF THE TRIP. I'm dying to read more of it, to soak up such well formed writing, and I'm TOO FUCKING TIRED. Oh well. There's always tomorrow.
I'll write a longer post about the journey when I'm not tired, but in summary for me it was about people. Meeting Matt's family was the obvious one, but I also got to catch up with some old family friends who are very dear to me while I was back in the valley. I got to see my Mum while I'm in a basically happy state for a change; we were just able to enjoy each other's company without any great crisis looming in the background. It's been a long time coming.
Things with Matt have been solidified in ways which are hard to express tangibly. Having time together without the usual distractions of computers and TV was definitely a contributing factor - the talking that didn't result in horrendous duck-related puns gave me reassurance that we're on the same page in terms of relationship fu and some of the issues floating around it.
What else did I get out of the trip? A deeper appreciation for the reliability of Melbourne's weather (a.k.a.: you think this place is bad, go deal with the sudden thunderstorms on the Mid North Coast of New South Wales, sucker). A better grasp of where some of Matt's quirks come from. A now burgeoning regret that I didn't start reading Snow Crash sometime before, oh, say, THE LAST DAY OF THE TRIP. I'm dying to read more of it, to soak up such well formed writing, and I'm TOO FUCKING TIRED. Oh well. There's always tomorrow.
