why is it.. when u leave.. and uproot, that u realise how much you take for granted the things around you.
now that i'm resigning in 2 1/2 weeks, i'm the closest i've ever been to my fellow physios and assistants..
friends really.
we hang out outside of work.. go shopping.. do sleepovers. do stupid gymnastic moves and make rude words playing scrabble.
with stupid conversations... and extremely dogdy connections for pot and magic mushrooms. (and fake DVDs.. and bags....)
we're having a big sat night out!! (girls only)
and then footy at the G, with the boys the folowing week. (which will be quite funny with the screaming.. some of them are pretty into their footy)

even living in the city...
i'm goona miss the walks ard the tan.. the walks down st kilda rd..
(every time i walk by the victoria barraks in autumn, i think of u flo!.. where we took the pics beside the gorgeous red-gold leafy building)
being at fed sq and flinders st station in a blink of an eye.
when any events are held..
it awesome.

i dun wanna move anymooooore. *whines*