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Today marks one year since Travis and I moved to Melbourne.

Best decision I ever made.

Thank you to everyone who has made my life down here so wonderful.

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aphephobia
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:21 am (UTC)
Holy CRAP... I thought you'd been here longer than that! Yay for good decisions and being in a place you're enjoying. :)
paradigmshifty
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:26 am (UTC)
It just feels that way because of all the time he spent there in the previous years.
paradigmshifty
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
And you make such a lovely couple :-)
halloranelder
Apr. 30th, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
Just like you and I do. :)
paradigmshifty
Apr. 30th, 2008 04:39 am (UTC)
Though in our case, a couple of what is the relevant question :-)
psuedonym777
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:38 am (UTC)
Good lord, has it been that long?!? :oS
umbra_mentis
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:38 am (UTC)
Yay for more accessible huggings of the Random and the Travis!
gothtigger
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:39 am (UTC)
Happy hugs! It's always wonderful when you can look back and say "yeah - I made the right decision"
aeduna
Apr. 30th, 2008 06:21 am (UTC)
The cleanest punchline to this joke I could think of.
"Right lads, tea break's over"
mareth_redorb
Apr. 30th, 2008 10:44 am (UTC)
But still no pony.


Make of that what you will :P
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I wake in vain
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I close my eyes
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
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