And so didst the mighty Sigmund roll onto the balls of his feet and consider the events that hath past. Many were the leagues that he hath traveled, many were the skills he hath gained. He had won the favor of the most buxom of foreign and exotic beauties. His victories and battles were too numerous to list.
The wrangling of the chariot of cobalt lightning, which hath been the veteran of many a meteor shower.
He hath infiltrated the mighty empire of giant steel carriages.
The lands and constructions hath lain before him and given him breadth to make a new home.
His generosity knew no bounds as he gaveth away the cobalt chariot.
The gods looked upon him favorably and seers showered him with the knowledge that a greater chariot was to be bequeathed unto him. Sleek and black and fast.
As he look upon the vista that were his accomplishments his unobstructed view led him to wonder what might be next in store.
Visions assailed him and the belief that his brother in arms would come and greet him in this distant land was concrete in his mind. The foreknowledge that many of his brethren would follow flooded his mind.
As Sigmund took to the new land, the new land took to him. Although he felt that an exodus of people would flood the landscape of the town, he made plans to reacquaint himself with the lands where he grew and to reward himself with a journey to the lands even further North over the sea, where his lady hailed from.
In more normal English, the new place I’m at is pretty cool, the people I live with are significantly younger than me, which is a nice change from the opposite.
I have probably spent to much money on housey type stuff, and we purchased a new fridge, one that fits inside the house. This leaves a massive rusty, yet functional beer fridge outside!
Next weekend has a party organized to warm the new place.
Everything is going well, as mentioned above (vaguely) some of my best friends are coming to visit next month.
I have also met some of the Jewish community in Brisbane, where it is massive and insular in Melbourne, bursting at the seams, so big that its trying to isolate itself from the rest of Melbourne, in Brisbane it is relaxed and less bustling and squashed, especially on high holidays.
I am not looking forward to the next high-holiday, mostly because it means that I wont get to eat or drink for an extended period of time (25 hours) which never bodes well for me.
If anyone taunts me on Monday I will kill them, IMMEDIATELY or the next time I see them.