So I’m sitting at a café right now and I don’t know the name of it. I think it’s Duoly Rob. I can’t tell from the writing as I’m reading the sign and from the inside it’s backwards.

Looking at the cash register, and it’s Dirty Red. Well, I was off.

Anyway, I’m sitting here, typing this out and it’s nice. I’ve just eaten and it’s something that isn’t junk food for a change, and I have to say it’s immensely refreshing. Too much junk, too much unhealthy stuff over the past few weeks. I’ve survived though and I’m here, and things can keep going. Things can keep getting better.

So I’m sitting here, and things feel good. I feel some relief, but I am also really tired. A lot of not enough sleep over the past few weeks, so it’s time to correct that. It’s time to turn things around, or rather keep things going in a positive direction. I think I can do it, and I know I can do it so I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna keep on working on getting better. But I have to put the work in.

There’s still so much uncertainty in my life, but I feel alright at the moment. I feel like things will be okay. Or rather, I feel more like things will be okay than I did a few days ago, a few weeks ago, a few months ago. Still a lot of uncertainty, but I’ll be okay. I’ll be alright. This is a good time to be alive.

I’m sore and I’m tired, but the move is mostly done now and I can rest a little easier. I can take it a little easy, but only a little. Still need to look after myself. Still need to work on getting better. But small steps.

There’s some sort of jazzy math rock playing in the café, and it’s raining outside and I’m in Glebe. It feels incredibly cliché, but I don’t care. I’m enjoying this. A few weeks ago I was here and it was raining and I was heading off to an aptitude test which I ended up passing, then declining the interview. It was upsetting in a way, but it was the right decision.

I was feeling heavy at that time, and I still feel heavy right now, but at least I’ve got some hope coming in, and not hope from desperation, but rather from knowing that I’ve come out okay. Knowing that my friends have my back, and knowing that I can be there for them when I can. Knowing that I won’t end up being homeless. It’s a better time. So I know I can succeed, and that’s my plan. I mean, it always is, but I’m really gonna be pushing hard as soon as I can. I’ve a lot to do still, so I need to get on with doing it, really.

But yeah. Things feel alright. I’m tired, I’m sore. I’m okay.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:58:82

This one is a bit lacking in energy, but that’s fine. I’m feeling pretty rough at the mo from lack of sleep and moving stuff, so this is about the most I can muster.

Written at Dirty Red.