18 6 / 2012
Of when home became my parents’ house
I am going down to Sydney by train tomorrow. Fourteen glorious hours of sleep. I am more of a sleep during the day stay up at night kind of girl anyway. Ten days with my parents. Ten days without Mr. Marvel. I don’t know how I will survive it. I can’t survive a day with my mum. She just tends to focus on the countless ways I disappoint her more than the fact that I have actually grown up a little bit since she last saw me. For one I learnt how to budget. That’s something right?
Mr Marvel is asleep after I made him promise me that he’ll eat well. He is going to eat pizza and Hungry Jacks the entire time I am not here. He’s like a child who’s been set free. I worry about him. I spent the weekend frantically cleaning the house, washing the clothes, making sure he has enough food, at least for a week, when I am not here. I’m looking forward to seeing my friends though. I miss them especially Kujira. I miss Kujira the most.
But I am going to miss Mr Marvel. He’s too cool to admit that he’ll miss me but I know.
