A Walk Down Kimme Lane

As a child, I was such a shy little girl. I would literally hide behind my mums legs when we visited pop because he felt so big and scary. As a teenager, I was quite shy and timid. There was a boy at school that liked me for years. He would write me love letters, pick me flowers, pass on messages to my friends but I was so shy that by the time I built up the courage to talk to him and let him kiss me, my family and I were moving away and I was a devastated teenager. About 10 years later, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I bumped into him working on the same job. We still had that admiration and affection for one another but alas he was engaged to some pretty lass back home. Almost everyone has a someone that they wonder what if about. Well he is mine.

Over the years I have really come out of my shell. If my friends now knew what I was like as a child and teenager, they would not recognise my personality. And of course when I meet a nice man, I definitely don't go hide behind my mum. A few months back I met Billy and if I could talk to him right now this is how the conversation would go..

I’d come over to your house and you’d be all chilled out laying in bed watching tv while getting over last nights session. I’d come in and sit next to you. If I notice that you seem a bit uncomfortable or curious of my intensions, I would tell you to relax. ‘I’m not going to jump you’ I would say.

We’d exchange small talk to be polite and then I would find the courage to say ‘Sooo I was having a nice chat with Jake last night’. (Both Jake and Billy used to live in the House of Tennyson). You’d be curious what about, so I don't hide anything and tell you that he straight out asked me ‘So what’s happening with you and Billy?’ Intrigued you would probe for more information. Of course I’m not going to divulge the entire conversation but I will tell the reason why I’m talking to you about it.

I’d tell you, the feeling is mutual. I think you are a really genuinely kind hearted sweet person. I like what you're about, I like what you're made of and I like you unconditionally. You know that I took it a bit hard when you set the friend zone because it was pretty obvious. But I forced myself to put some distance in there so that I could recover. It was starting to work. And then I started seeing other people. Then I went away for a couple of weeks. When I came back and got my keys off you, I left your house feeling pretty good, like yeh I’m all good, I haven’t got those Billy feelings. Life was good.

If we plan our journeys before we incarnate on this earth, do you suppose that our soul chooses a career or one thing that we are good at that we can make a career or life out of?

Let’s see if I can give you a brief introduction to me. Ok I lied. I don't do brief so maybe go get a snack or something.

 I recently became a member of the 30′s club and I fucking love it… mostly. I pretty much did my 20′s back to front. From my late teenage years till 25 I had 2 long term relationships and was a total nanna. When I broke up with the last bf, I learnt how to live. Since then all I have done is travel, work to support my travelling habits, and booze while travelling and working. 

I spent a majority of the last 5 years living and working in a remote dust bowl town in the the stinking heat of WA’s north where I met my best friend and the love of my life. Oh no they’re not 2 separate people. Shan is both my lover and my bff. But in a non lesbian way. We’re pretty straight. Most the time. We’re like peas and carrots.

I live in a big ole share house of 6. Sounds hectic but it’s really not. Along with though house of 6 (7 when I first move in), comes a rather weaved, intertwined, insestual but not in the literal sense, group of people that you can't help but get drawn into. If you here me refer to the House of Tennyson. This is my humble abode. If you hear me talk about folks or friends of Tennyson, then I’m referring to previous housemates, friends of a friends or just someone that is in some way related to the House of Tennyson or people that have lived in the House of Tennyson. Clear as mud? Perfect!

To get you a little more virtually acquainted with me and how I came to live at the House of Tennyson, lets rewind to Februaury this year. I was living in little old laid back Perth WA. Recently labelled as one of the most boring cities in the world. Harsh but probably true. I had been reaping the benefits of working in mining construction in the north of WA but given that I’ve lived on the east coast twice before, I always new I would come back and settle over this way. Didn’t think it would be Melbourne but I think my heart and soul chose my home and my head was just like bitch you is on crack but ok I’ll go!

Before I delve into the girth of this here pilot blog, let me also just point out that I love referring to myself as a hippy - in the sense that I'm super spiritual (not religious, lets not confuse the 2). So when I go off on these righteous rants about reincarnation and souls, just go ‘Ahh, I get it. Lavender Oil!’ I'm a firm believer of trusting that you are right where you are meant to be at any given time in the universe. No matter how perfect or imperfect your present situation is. There is always a reason, a lesson, a purpose. Now when my contract on my job ended, I was cashed up and ready to head to the big smoke of the east coast - the Melbourne one.