Home.

Today was a perfect collection of scenes that blended together to make a timeless, amazing film packed with laughs, love and lots of sugar consumption.

For your reading pleasure and my own (when I eventually come back and read all my blogs), I will recall each event in detail.
Please don’t consider my writing as petty bragging, even if that’s exactly what it is.

 

I woke up at around 9:30, and spent about an hour and a half investing more of my soul into social media, with it being more than happy to eat away at my insecurities.

After a lengthy shower, I realised that I was late for meeting up with Bella (thirty minute long showers are as enjoyable as they are time-inducing), so I rushed to hers while playing Pokemon GO like the big fat stupid dork I am.

From hers, we went to Coles and met up with Leaf, or to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry, Lachy Oliver. After mindlessly scouring the aisles, we settled on some fairly unhealthy snacks and began embarking on the trip back to Bella’s castle.

Once there, after harmonising some Hamilton, killing Jenga and toasting some toasty boyes, we sat in the front room and watched ya boi kill some zombies in The Last of Us. After a quick Playtest, we decided that Vitamin D deficiencies definitely don’t delight the masses, and so we decided on getting some sunlight and walking to the park.

To summarise, consuming media with my chums is infinitely better than consuming it alone – the void feels less lonely if you’re making fun of it with others.
(p.s lachy if you go to canberra I will drink 8 litres of Mountain Dew and die from choking on the teeth that will fall out of my skull)

After departing Bella’s mansion, the rich and enticing dusk atmosphere of Hamilton hit me like a truck, the setting sun on a violet skyline, the breath of the hazy streetlights and the smell of freshly made pizza swept over me like a warm, surreal blanket, reminding me that every moment I spend on this planet is amazing, even if it doesn’t feel like it.

Optimistic Nihilism.

Now, as much as I would love to go into detail of the next few hours, I think that some memories don’t need to be publicised. But, to summarise –

 

Love.

 

Excellent, now moving on.

Walking home from her house is always an experience like no other.

Juxtaposed with the dusk atmosphere of Hamilton, the dark nights of Hamilton are equally as surreal.

The now blue, buzzing streetlights show me the way home, with the cold breeze and my shaky breath subtly reminding me of my very human nature – despite feeling invincible, I am in fact a very weak walking bit of flesh.

Sometimes, I run.

A shocker to most, I know. Will Ash and Running are generally not seen in a room together.

But sometimes I run.

and the balls of my feet swiftly and intentionally making their way across the pavement while the wind blows through my hair make me feel less like a teenager sprinting to get home before his curfew, but more like a shooting star making it’s way through to night sky.

speaking of stars,

the stars

with all the house lights off on every street, the wide open view on my block gives me a glimpse into the universe and what’s left to be explored, a subtle reminder to the incredible nature of my very existence as a whole.

blinking, bright lights in the cold night sky.

there’s nothing like it.

 

And before I know it, I’m home.
as I enter my safe zone, however, I come to a realisation.

I felt more at home while I was outside the house.

 

and that brings me to you, dear readers.

you beautiful, amazing humans.

why is it that I feel more at home with people other than my family in a place that isn’t my house?

I guess at least now I have something to think about instead of “my life is the best quick let’s tell everyone before that changes.”

(I feel mildly uncomfortable writing in a happy context. more for me to think about, I guess.)

I’ll let my brain ease for now, though.

thank you all.