It's been a while, my friend.

I'm back in Perth, of course. Paris is like a dream, although now that I am out of it I dream more in French, as in most nights.

I'm into this new musical study thing. Whereas I used to hate listening to music while I study, I'm now really into it. Is this the influence of a new lovers, an effect of living alone for six months or the fact that my studies are so much more involved and somewhat complex?

The music pulls me back to the things I'm meant to be doing.

So I have what I call my super concentration trance songs that I just listen to over and over again, like some sort of background chant. I know that I'm really getting into the study when I don't realise how many times I've listened to that song.

Talk
Somebody that I used to know
Human of the Year
Save Me
Eyes Wide Open
Summer in the City

This time last year I was hanging out to move to France. To get away from so many things, from family, from relationships, to become more adult, to re-discover me, to be more assertive, confident.

Now I am back.

Four months have already gone by since I said farewell to all I had come to love in my second city.

I miss some things. Just some things. Although it was lonely, somewhat. I don't like to live alone.

Anyhow I'm procrastinating from getting on with the task that I must complete. Geology assignment.

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