So this is it. I'm now officially a member of flat-share no. 6 in Elisabethstraße 24. New district: Geidorf. And wow, this is so much better than Scherbenviertel, I can tell you. Even though the moving and shlepping all my stuff from one flat to the other was hell on earth, it was worth the effort. Hell yeah it was. I cannot stop looking at every single corner of my new room. In comparison with the old one, it's really spacious and there's really enough room to swing a cat, or two. One area is the work area, the other one more intended for sleeping, relaxing, reading books and having other forms of entertainment ;-) I even have two lamps that are switched on & off by means of a remote control. How cool is that? Every night (so far) I spend a few minutes turning them on and off by turns. I'm six years old again. And hello: even the Spar around the corner is so much better than the one in Gries. It's a really stylish one with friendly personnel and plenty of opportunities to get things cheaper, if you know what I'm saying. Just kidding.

Last week I spent my days back in Linz where I was as lazy as it can be possibly get. Most of the time I spent reading at the Donaulände, meeting friends & acquaintances in between but actually I wasn't too keen on being among too many people. I needed those days in solitude. Talking for hours on end with my Mum was the only purposeful occupation. The rest was just a gigantic ego trip. Fuck you all. I'm not there. This isn't happening. And it did me a world of good. By the way, being pampered in Hotel Mama was great for a change, too. But now I'm back in Graz, having no real clue what to do, bar my play. Although I found some inspiration in Linz I'm still not exactly where I stopped but it'll hit me pretty soon - of that I'm sure.

The other thing is ... Georg & me. I think we're on the right track. I was a little bit disappointed that I kind of had to shove myself down his throat in terms of 'hello, it's you asshole that made me come back earlier' but anyway ... yesterday, I was at his place for the very first time. So far, we've spent time at my place only. So this was interesting for a change. His flat is as chaotic as he is himself. In the beginning I just sat there, having a zig and watching him buzzing from left to right and up and down. I could've spent hours just watching him doing a zillion things at the same time. He's so funny; at the most when he doesn't even want to be funny. He should become a comedian. At least I would burst up laughing all the time. Kissing him, touching him, being near him was awesome. When we were cuddling up together I instantly knew what I was missing during my days in Linz. Feeling for someone is gracious. By God, it's the one thing worth living for.