It's a week now I've been at Sturt. I feel like I've been here ages now. For the first few days I've been preoccupied by day to day trivial stuff, which when you first arrive somewhere new, seem to be important...shopping, bus & train times, broadband connections, and of course, noises in the night (real and imaginery), and time-wasting frustration with mobile phones.
It's been a random week of trips to Woolworths; restlessness in the workshop; up and down, up and down; chilly nights, even chilly days; 2 hour daydream on train trip to Sydney, and return; talk & demonstration by Vic Greenaway, meet up with Robin, Jenny & Samantha Welch; smelling the lovely water at Circular Quay and enjoying the hot sun; time with welcoming generous locals; comfort at feeling the new clay; yoga & pilates at local gym in Mittagong; bushwalk with locals in national park, leeches on legs; mozzy paranoia; missing my pots; meeting students in the pottery, camaraderie with fellow potters in workshop; curry night with the woodwork clan; watching puppies in the pet shop window; wishing I'd remembered to bring all my tools, glaze test preparation; rearranging my workspace umpteen times, and then putting it all back again; and wondering why on earth do cockatoos make so much noise! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gAjfARBOis
I'm trying to find my ryhthm...it's coming bit by bit.
One thing's for sure, I can't use jet lag as an excuse anymore!