bedbugger

Listening to the new Girl Talk in an Australian coffee shop near my house. We have been banned from the apartment for today thanks to our new friends: Bed Bugs. Yes... The dreaded bed bugs. That going-to-bed saying will never have the same meaning to me now. I have been bitten! And it sucks. One good/bad/gross thing is that I am horribly allergic so at least I know the second that I am bitten. It seems dirty… but these days you can get them from everywhere. Seriously. One might have jumped on to me from a strangerdanger on the train. Who knows. Our landlord was pretty understanding about the whole thing, while being seriously freaked out. I washed every single item I own. I came to some conclusions: firstly I have far too many clothes. I never thought that I would say that considering I moved here with one bag of clothes and shoes. Those multiplied. Many times. Also I had to resist the urge to purge. Don’t get me wrong, I did purge, but putting all my clothes into plastic bags I was tempted to just throw them ALL away. And be left with the clothes on my back. My purging was mostly a result of shrinking half my wardrobe. I had to wash and dry everything on high heat so some of my clothes came out tiny. I’m not sad, like I said, too much stuff. What is it about being human that makes us hoard stuff.? Just stuff. Kind of useful and kind of useless schtuff.

I’m going to see a movie to use the time, even though it is a glorious day out. I’m not sure why but this place feels intrinsically Aussie to me. Like being home. Maybe it’s the smell of real coffee. Speaking of home I can’t wait!! Not long now at all.