dawn, driving up the freeway at the speed of light, i'll get there in no time, that little village on the coast, just in time for coffee, watching the waves crashing, a few fishing boats bobbing up and down on the waves, its wake up time in the sleepy town, shoppers drifting in, parking cars, the swarm begins, shops open up in the rising sun, time for me to move on.

the new place, i'm measuring up stuff, checking the facts, making sure i can get my bookcases in, making sure there is room for my bed. i have a big bed and a lot of books, yeah i'm doing some field work, it's all falling into place, i have to buy a fridge and a vacuum cleaner. i have to get a mop, a bucket, a hose, some chicken wire, some gardening tools, fish food for  the koi and a broom. 

the new place has a bridge, over a large pond with a waterfall, the fish are massive, i think i'll call the big one little, and the little one big. i don't know, it passes through my mind like a flickering flame, it all does, everything, the whole process of buying this place is like being on the slip stream of a feng shui flow, i have scraped through financially, the dramas with bing lee and now australia post have resolved themselves, the stress about boxes has dissipated now i have started. the paperwork, contracts, legals, all of these things have an unreality about them, they are just things, actions, ideas, thoughts that a system believes is important, i guess maybe there's a reason for this process but it's not one i am interested in. 

all i know is i have to complete the packing and relocate, it's happening now, this is a transition period, all my stuff is preparing for motion. 

anxieties, fears, emotions, all pass like fleeting waves. 

the new home has a garden that backs onto a bushland with a river that runs through it, the wildlife makes itself known as i watch ducks sitting on the river bank, the trees are amazing, huge ancient trees around a river. the front garden is enclosed by frangipani trees, and a huge fern tree, japanese manicured, and off course the pond. the garage is large enough for me to store my stuff in, it would make a great work station.

i pull down the hatch into the loft, a collapsable ladder comes down and i clamber up, looking at the huge loft space, it needs work but it would be a great studio space. 

i drive back home, pack some more boxes, the weather is perfect, summer breaking through, i play catch with the girls downstairs and we laugh at some jokes as i clown around. when i climb up the steps i am exhausted, it's been a long day, a good day.