  And then it all fell around my ears with a resounding crash, a satisfying crunch, and a heart-wrenching groan. My carefully constructed wall of optimism has been bulldozed by a visit to IKEA, leaving me somewhat gibbering and incredibly unpleasant to be around. There I was, amongst all my sold-off furniture, amongst home after set-up ideal home, debating the relative merits of long steel and little button handles for PAX wardrobes, thinking sadly of how I didn't have a home, didn't have a place to set up a home, had no money to set up a home, had no one to set up a home with. I mean, jeez, jesusmarymother of god, jeez, as if I even want to set up a home! I mean, it's not as if I am little miss domestic bliss, apron tied in a sweet little bow at the front, plaits dangling tweely over each ear, cookies baking in the oven. Nope, me, I'm the galavanting independent woman. I'm the jetsetter with no ties and no fears.
Oh I don't know, it just seems a little scary I suppose. Here I sit, AT HOME, and I don't feel homelike at all, and I don't feel as privileged as I damn well should. On a lighter note, I see that that Bennett lad has come a-visiting. Which is nice. My heart skipped a little to know that he is in the country again. More plans are afoot for the party of the century (note to self, don't build it up, bound to be a disappointment that way).
Also excited about the Jewel's imminent wedding. There are more imminent weddings than I can shake my new spankin phone at. Ahhhhhh... love and coupledom bliss. Question. How weird will it be to have dinner with 4 couples on the night of my birthday? Yep, weird. Weirdass. Rubbbbbbbish. (Not the company folks, don't get offended, just the asymmetry). 
