I’m worn out, and it’s a good worn out. I have things that I want to cover. I have things I want to talk about. Right now is not the time, but I do want to talk about them. Just writing to say that there are things.

Okay. That’s it. Go home.

I’m in Hawks Nest at the moment, sitting here, waiting for the shower to be free. I’m going to shower after this. This is not important information in any way, shape or form, but I feel like my life is finally, FINALLY getting back on track. I’m in a good position. What a fucked year. This is good. This is desirable, as far as I’m concerned.

I’ve spent a lot of the day on sand, walking around, taking photos. exploring, seeing where things are and how they appear. I’m sitting here in a room, waiting for the shower to be free. I’m ready to go to sleep and I feel ready to go to sleep. I feel like this year isn’t one to write off entirely.

I feel good. I feel lucky. I feel happy, and satisfied. And this is good.

Saw a bunch of birds today and I’ll see a bunch more tomorrow. I’ll breathe in the air outside and I’ll feel relaxed doing so.

I’m so tired.

There’s a certain joy that comes with getting away from Sydney and being in an area with few people. There’s a certain joy in being away from the crowds and experiencing places that one doesn’t normally see. It’s all sorts of pleasant and pleasing and satisfying, and it’s relaxing, too. It’s relaxing to be in a position where one can stretch their legs out and actually relax. It’s relaxing to be in a position where one feels tired at a time when they should feel tired. I am looking forward to getting sleep tonight. I am looking forward to sleeping heavily and waking up in the morning feeling less tired than I did this morning, because it has been a long time since I slept well, and I can feel that I am getting there, and it’s great.

I’m glad I have the time to do these things. I’m glad I have the energy and the drive to do them, too. I’ll get into the specifics when I return to Sydney; this is mostly being written because I need to write, but I don’t know what to write, hence this being written. Also the being tired.

Places away from the city, they change so much in appearance. It’s expected, but it’s nice to see it happen. It can still feel fresh in a way. The colour doesn’t change but the space does, and so does the vegetation you see, and I think that’s part of why I enjoy getting away from the city, even if it is to a small town in an area that gets tourism, but not too much. And it’s just nice being able to relax.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:22:31

Not good writing at all. Don’t care right now.

Written at Hawks Nest.