I was on my way to the library this morning, to get a few things done, but thought better of it. So I find myself at Sibling. This old song just came on and it feels like the 90s again, and I am here in Adelaide again.
Music has a way of startling me like that. I listen to things so obsessively that they become a time and place and a feeling inside me. A chance moment on the radio is like a punch in the chest.
Last Christmas I drove up and down the Hill listening to the Phoebe Bridgers album on repeat for weeks. Good for car-singing and feelings, I told my friend. Last week it was the new Camp Cope, loudly and heartily shouting away all my stress about near misses and dumb men. I've just started in on the new Waxahatchee; it's soft and sweet, sad in parts, but full of these resounding piano melodies. It puts me in mind of this new season, spring under a new moon and all kinds of beginnings unfolding for me here.
Here for a while. I have a contract and plans till Christmas, or maybe the Festival, but not much further than that. I spent so many years wondering whether to stay in Sydney or come back here that it became a thing. But being here now isn't a thing, it's just for a while and I’m so happy about it. The best part about not minding where you end up is that everything feels good, everything feels right. And this feels so right.