As the rain trickles outside of my window and I can hear the sweet bellows of a cat in heat, I have decided to write a blog. This week at work, we switched offices and I moved from out in the boonies to a city office. The first day was a bit tough for me. While I consider myself to be adaptable, I am a creature of habit and for the past nearly two years, I was in the same office. Now, I have moved to the city and I am adapting. It is a beautiful location with harbour views from basically any seat in the house. So, I can't complain (even though, I normally do complain about something.)
The Autumn season is kicking off "down under" and you can feel the crispness in the air. It's my favorite time of year and I know that within the next, few weeks I will begin to complain about being too cold because it is sort of my thing that I like to do. On a random note, as opposed to all of my other notes that are completely coherent and sensible, I want to point out that I have dubbed myself as one of the clumsiest people that I know. I trip, slip or run into stuff far too often. I think that I have a nervous personality or either I pay little attention to anything that I am doing. I was worrying about it recently and then I realized that I have always done it. Awkwardness finds me wherever I go. I'd like to say that I don't want it in my life but being awkward makes the time go by just a bit quicker.
On the 4th of April, my baby brother turns 17. I remember when he used to sit in his carseat and laugh when I would sing "Lion King" songs to him. Then, he went through a phase when I wasn't cool and now, I think he is coming around a bit. He's my boy. I remember the moment that we knew he was going to enter this world. I wrote him a note that said something like, "For all I know, you could be the devil but I love you anyways." Sometimes, I think I am psychic.