I don’t really have relatives in Sydney. I really don’t, and I barely know anyone there either, and I feel really really bad about lying but I had to have a reason! I couldn’t tell Nic that I just wanted to go up there to BE with him, that’d be silly, right, RIGHT? I’m such a mess. He’ll be off at his Sydney washing machine repair and general maintenance conference during the day anyway, it’s not like it matters all that much. I’ll have whole days to myself. All by myself. Doing not all that much, by myself. I suppose there’s no better time to make some Sydney friends! But how do you even make friends? I don’t have that many in Melbourne, and I actually live here!
Okay Gen, cool down, deep breaths…you’re just typing this anyway, you don’t need to pause for breath. I mean, you DO need to pause for breath, but you can do it at any time because you’re not actually talking. Maybe, just maybe, I could go along to the maintenance course. Is that weird, like, a boyfriend and girlfriend sitting in a lecture about commercial oven repair, holding hands and taking notes and maybe even passing notes to each other? That’s weird, isn’t it? Totally weird. I’m so weird, seriously. And I want to give Nic some time to himself, and honestly, the thought of exploring Sydney IS pretty fun, you know? Seeing the nice beaches, strolling by the Opera House, gazing at the bridge…and I’m not HUGE on shopping but I could stand to enjoy it a bit more. I do need some new glasses.
And here I was thinking that Nic had made me more confident. He does, really, but it’s when he’s not with me that I wonder…well, one step at a time. I don’t think interrupting his seminar on dishwasher repairs or oven repairs is the way to go. He’s really keen on learning those skills. And this was my idea, so I’d better own it! He’ll learn about Sydney’s finest Westinghouse repairs, and I’ll…look for some new glasses! For four days! Oh, at least we’ll have the evenings…
-Gen