Feeling like me again

It’s amazing how you get out of one environment and into another just how much you change. I have come up to my mum’s house in the country.
I’m currently sitting outside on the patio drinking hot milk, listening to the birds chirp and somewhere in the distance I can hear some one mowing their lawn.
It’s not to cold. I’ve been sitting outside for the past hour and a bit, playing my guitar and reading the current edition of Voiceworks.
The tightness in my stomach has resided and I was able to eat some lunch.
I’m actually happy today. Bronson and Muffin (mums dogs) were so happy to see me. I got my hugs and kisses from them and my mum so now everything’s looking up. I was told last week that I was all these nice things.
I smile when I think of the text messages and the emails sent to me.
He’s persistence makes me think that he meant the apology.

I have wonderful people around me. Friends seem to mean the world to me.
Ok so you have your acquaintances but everyone means something to me.
I consider my family to be my mum, her best friend Mom and her kids.
My actual biological family are people I don’t care to know and wish I didn’t know.

My plan for this week is to avoid being at home at all costs.
I’m lucky, Yesterday I had to get out and even tho I have been wanting for ages to go and walk down St Kilda boulevard I also wanted to go see my “family” whom I haven’t seen for ages. So I went and saw them.
More hugs and talks. I stayed there for the day.

I’ve got a casual job as a hairdresser working at a barber shop. I worked a couple of hours on Saturday, as a trial. At the end he said that my work he saw was very good and the jobs mine. Then we chatted for another 15 minutes about relationships…
“So how long have you been hairdressing for?”
“A bit over five years”
“I see, so how old are you again?”
“I’ll be 24 at the end of the month.”
He looks surprised and chuckles
“What – how old did you think I was?”
“Well you’ve been hairdressing for five years but you look like your 18 or 19”
“Great, Usually people ask if I have kids! How old are you?”
“ 42”
This guy didn’t look gay. He was quite attractive. Bleached hair, nice smile
More small talk.
“Do you have a partner?” he asks
“No, no wouldn’t want to go and do that!” I laugh
He’s smiling. “Yeah I’m divorced myself, Tara’s a single mum, Jenny’s had failed relationships and their was once a girl who worked hear who was after all the clients and that all failed. It tends to be abit of a trend in hear!”
“Te heh, Their’s no chance of me doing that. Their’s a line that I just don’t go near with clients.”
“Yeah, When I was working at a woman’s salon I did that it ended badly and I never was her again”

So I start next Saturday. I enjoy cutting guys hair. They always want something different or trendy AND they are more open to suggestions.
I had an old client from the first salon I worked at call me the other day. She loved the way I put her hair up for this wedding she went to and wants me to do it again.
That was good to hear. I think I needed to hear it.
( HA HA interlude , Jackson the goat jumped into mums wheelbarrow and she wheeled him around, the Charlie thought that it looked like fun and tried to jump in too – they are so cute!!!)

I haven’t been out with street works for a month cos I had been sick. I miss the streeties.

I wrote a bit of a spiel last night just over 300 words.
I’m kinda happy with it. I might make it into a poem or something.