funny.

I have noticed over the last few days that when I have read the digits '2008', they don't sound right. 2008 sounds like it was a long time ago. Feels like it was a long time ago. Yet we are only two and a half months into 2009. When 2009 started, I did not like the sound of it. '2009' felt like it did not fit. And in some ways I feel like it still does not fit. I do not feel like I have moved on a long way since 2008, yet I find it funny that '2008' doesn't quite fit. Because it's not. I suppose that's why. Hmmm these words seem like slightly innane ramblings from my tired little head. It has been one of those days where I have had no adult conversation. Now, I am sitting in the quiet of my room, feeling the day drawing to a close, and wondering, 'what next?' I don't know. I find it funny that as much as I love this house & this little space I have created to be my home for the time being, I am still not entirely used to it, yet I've lived here for nearly 2 years. The never ending hum from the motorway at night is still not familiar. Not familiar in the sense that it still rouses me from my slumber in an unnatural way, and does not lull me off to sleep. Maybe it's not meant to ever be familiar. I suppose in some ways I am glad that I have not become completely content with the reality of cars speeding past my window at all hours of the day, blaring their horns regardless of the fact that the world around them is sleeping....

I feel like this is the right place to end this post, even though I have not drawn any conclusions from it.