It has been a long few days and I’ve gotten in a lot. I’ll be writing about it in more detail when I’ve the time. Right now I’m just writing.

I don’t want to be writing so personally at the moment, but I feel it is important to write about the joy of being where I was, and how it was relaxing.

I had a lot of joy and it was relaxing.

Well, that summarises it quite nicely, really. What else is there to say?

So there was driving and a lot of it. Then I went home. There were things seen. Got home yesterday, back on the road today and this time to Bathurst via a wrong turn that led to a fun interaction, and a detour that led to a great experience. And I’m here, sitting at a table, killing time taking it easy. Trying to rest and not resting as well as I should. The wonderful things, as they say. Who are they? I don’t know. I know my writing is going to shit at the moment and you won’t see that, which I think is good for me. But I do know that I’m enjoying myself. I’m enjoying being with my friends and I’m enjoying being here, away from Sydney.

When I got back to Sydney yesterday, the Sydney stress crept back in. Not fun, frazzled quickly. Just unpleasant. Sydney often is more stressful than people give it credit for. Sure, the city itself is just a place. But It’s the way it hits. It’s just oppressive. The people of Sydney are just as much Sydney as the buildings and roads and footpaths and stores and bridges and all of those things. A construction is just a construction; a symbol. People can add to its meaning, represent it, create character and feeling, atmosphere… you  know what I mean. I hope I know what I mean.

And now I’m away and I’m relaxing again, and it’s good. I had a good time up until reaching Sydney yesterday and I’m having a good time again. It’s nice to be able to relax a bit and it’s nice to take it easy. I feel like, for the first time in a while, I’m having a break. It had a brief pause in there, but it’s still a break and I’m taking it easy and this is a good thing. This is nice. And it’s only a few more days, but I can make the most of this.

I’ve some time to myself right now and soon it’ll be things back on, and I’ll go from there. I’ll do what I need to do and I’ll keep relaxing. Easy. It’s all time and I’ll hang with my friends, and then I’ll go to sleep. Tomorrow will be another day, and sure, Bathurst has its own problems. It has a lot of problems. However, it does not press down forcefully the way that Sydney does. Right now, the space is needed.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:31:18

Another piece of writing that could be much better, but I’m fine with the result.

Written in Bathurst.