2001-04-07 - 12:51 a.m.
#38: No Need for Going Back
Note to self: SILENCE, ME!
You know, despite me saying this place, Auckland, is a bit of a hole, I've gotten pretty used to this. Oh sure, there are plenty of things about it that could use improvements and all.... Like a bigger selection of anime domestically sold and bigger malls and better shopping centres than those with naming influences from an agricultural background ("Farmers"? "Warehouse"? Come on, people, you can pick fancier names than that for chain stores!), but overall I've gotten pretty fond of this place. It's like working your own particular butt groove into a soft chair, I guess you would say. Sure it may be a bit uncomfortable at first but once you've settled in, you really don't want to move again.
Which is why I was a bit taken aback when my mother told me we were going to move back to Australia this morning.
Okay, not THIS morning (as in not RIGHT away, as in NOW), she said that it would happen after I graduated from University (gee, is this meant to be an incentive NOT to study?) which will probably mean at least another 2, maybe three years with packing time included.... But still the thought of moving? Again? Me no likey this train of thought very much at all. We moved from Malaysia to Australia when I was 9, from one suburb of Australia to another when I was 12, and then finally from Australia to New Zealand when I was 17. Pardon me if I don't perform cartwheels and dance like a banana high monkey at the news of yet ANOTHER move....
My mother brought up a host of reasons of why we should eventually move back.... The first and foremost being that my father was getting old and wanted to apply for permanent residency in Australia. So it would be best to move back our side of the family back to the other side of the Tasman to make the whole thing look legit. The reasons after that particular one were.... embarassingly familiar. It's one thing to say those reasons for moving back to your parents, but it's another thing for them to say them back to you and AGREEING. It's like, "But I'm your son! You're not SUPPOSED to listen to my opinions! My mind is young and malleable and can be changed as easily as scuba diving in a shot glass!". But there I was anyway with all my reasons given back to me in an agreeable tone: the move was made (mainly) on a whim, the close location to my cousins turned out to be useless since we hardly visited each other anyway.... And Auckland was STILL a hole and getting worse with its weakening dollar.... It's like finding Mirror Edwyn, or something. O.o
Anyway... I'm having really mixed feelings about this whole move thing. Again for a fifth time? Do I LOOK like a masochist? I lose why too many cool stuff when we move.... Including my Amiga with all those cool games like Turrican or Impossible Mission 2. Damn, I wish I didn't have to sell that because of the move.... Got a whole buncha cash for it to spend, but still.... What will I have to get rid of this time if I want to move back? My entire video collection? It's grown substantially since last time.... And then there's all the junk in my room and all the papers and URGH! No, I don't really wanna think about sorting all that out. My room is a mess, but it's MY mess and I don't want to disturb its tranquility. I've acheived a kind of Feng Shui with the layout of this place too. Book shelf in one corner, computer in the other, cupboard and bed against the wall and a whole pile of paper and a desk underneath it another corner. This is.... home, now.
But I should really think about taking my Lego robots down. I put them up when I first got here as a reminder that this was my room, but they're getting a mite dusty.... Ah well. Not as embarassing as.... erm.... Sorry some things I have to keep a secret about my room. O.o Must rush away and hide it now!
