Dear LJ

You are an old friend that though the hard times I have ignored but as I do I have come crawling back to tell my story and share some tissues.

When I as last here my grandfather had a stroke, since then he has passed away, it’s strange to write those words, I never thought it would happen, im shamed to say I rarely saw him in his last months, I couldn’t see him that way I feel so selfish looking back now.I know if the roles were revered he would be there everyday.

While dealing with this I was kicked out of home by my grandmother, I felt so wronged and it wasn’t my fault, since then I have lived in two scary and amazing refugees, I have learnt much about myself and that someone will always have it worse than myself,its refreshing to live like this and to experience something so alian to what im used to.

Right now im living in Erskineville ,im happy to say I get to spend everyday on King St I think im in love with the amazing shops and cafes and Newtown gym is the strangest gym in the world with transgender people working out next to jock like men its funny to me because Rozelle was nothing like this.

At this movement im working three very different jobs all in the same area but I love keeping active and all my jobs are pretty active especially the Child Care work in doing, Im working the a special needs team and its great, my focus is a girl that shows signs of ADHD and is partially Deaf, She is so amazing she is reading at a school aged level and can brighten your day with her “silly Billy” songs.

Im planning a trip to Melbourne in July, Its only for five days but it gives me a chance to just get away from everyone , I think I need space to remember who I am, the past six months ive lost my spark ,my inner nut ,So im hoping this will give me the chance to just be by myself .

Well Ive got a room to clean so I better get to it.