When I fit back in

When you fall asleep in a room you love, a twinkling tower room, safe and buried beneath a feather duvet; when you see the city light up the harbour, reflected in 3am; when you find that big and small are the same thing, you are fitting back in. There are worse cities, worse small towns to be stuck in than Wellington. And this is my town now. Again, these streets belong to me.

School is getting busier but I am still enjoying it. I may try and fit Honours in next year, if they'll let me, and that will require being at school over the summer. Work has disappeared which I'm not too sad about, although it makes me poor. At least I can catch all the buses I want with my Gold Pass. I am getting very unfit now that I am not walking up the hill every day.

I am playing more music, or rather I am playing more music in front of other people, or rather one person, my flatmate Rose. This is the first step to playing it to many people at once. She says she will give me singing lessons. We go out together on the weekends and drink a lot. This is novel but makes Sundays a bit unpleasant.

I have ceased being depressed about the state of music in Wellington and am starting to see it as the culmination of a natural process, and also my duty to fix. We are having band practice on Sunday at Kate's house. She lives in a room full of keyboards and even has a fold-up fold-down organ. My flatmates (I still have to resist calling them roommates) and I may form a terrible-pop-song covers band. This was a 1am idea. I would like to cover some of the songs I was forced to listen to on repeat in the buses of Central America.

I am going to night classes for Spanish every Wednesday. I think I am retaining what I know, maybe even getting a bit better. I may attempt to use some on the nice Argentinian boy who works at the bar downtown where I go with both my parents, separately. It is mid-term break in one more week. We will have a party at my house. I will clean out the fridge. I may sleep in. We might have one of those semi-summers that we sometimes get in September. I like this term best, because when it is time to study for my finals it will be sunny outside.